I'd walked the worn path to the place I knew best.1
The leaves crumbled beneath my weight with a crunch.2
The woods smelled of life,and yet there was a certain sadness that hung in the air like a fog that afternoon.3
The creek along the path babbled endlessly.4
As I drew nearer I could feel a precense unlike that I've ever felt before.5
Stopping dead in my tracks at the sight behold.6
There stood a beauty before me.7
Her hair shined like a crows wing and was down to her waist.8
Her eyes which pierced through my soul were the bluest blue I'd ever seen.9
Her skin was so white it would make the moon weep with jealousy.10
A pair of Black wings hung limp at her sides.11
All went quiet,I felt the fog liftup as she reached her hand out towards me with a lopsided grin.12
Cautiously I walked towards her and just as I feared,she vanished in thin air.13
All that was left of her was this feather where she once stood.14
Leaning down and picking it up,I promised to keep the feather safe and to cherish this moment forever.For I'd met an angel by the great old oak tree.
Just something that came to me lastnight..while I was lost in my own thoughts.
Comments
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Its good, you should keep on with it. It has a pull that makes you want to read. Great Job
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I like it for the most part. Very good feeling and, yet I don't know why but I feel dissapointed. It's almost like I feel like there should be more. Either way nice read.
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