~Looks at reader and smiles beckoning with a finger and pulls on your tie. I place a single finger to my lips and part the veil of the forest with my free hand.~ I am a little bit insecure , but I am running out of words to say to you the reader to help you understand what is in my heart. So I am showing you. Beyond the veil is a pack playing laughing -and in the middle stands a lone female with a whisper of a smile on her face. Her features delicate but strong. Her long legs stand with ease against the wind, and she leans against to unknown wolves, holding their fur in her hands. Nothing of love shown between them and as the sun sets she changes and embraces her passion, to become one of them. Her heart beats and lives with in each one of them-- And she is complete.
Prufalas Devoncroix · Wed Mar 17, 2010 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |