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| silentcriez (profile) wrote, on 5-3-2004 at 10:30pm | |
What’s that smell? There is a cool breeze in the air, sweet nectar caught along its drift. Emotions overflow with beauty, and I watch the pristine buds rock back and forth. On a perfect summer day, all is awake and indulging nature to its fullest extent. I walk along a rigid path of thorns and ferns, to my surprise tempting me further into the forest by a sweet smell. It remained sugary and radiant as it enticed my senses, dancing upon my nostrils and tempting my tongue, after every breath I’d take. What is this scent which toggles my mind, and pulls me into this forest of echoes and vacant melodies? Nature creating its own orchestra, equipped with birds, wind, and the chirping of the summer crickets. Each its own part, in harmony, in its own subconscious beat drawn together by that fragrance. That simple aroma, the smell of warm rain accompanied by heat lightning. Or the perfume of a single flower soaking in each golden ray of sunlight. Finally, the scent I speak of becomes stronger, and it overwhelms me. With a tingle down my spine, I turn a corner overgrown with wild roses and untamed beauty, to see life at its best. A meadow, overflowing with wildflowers, and dandelions. There is a cool breeze in the air, sweet nectar caught along its drift. Emotions overflow with beauty, and I watch the pristine buds rock back and forth. |
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whispers-to-a-scream | 05-04-04 5:34pm You speak beautiful words...
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