Specks of shine, glints of rust

nothing makes a girl more fuss.

made me cry along a river of gold,

no..,..was it red? i cant tell.

Hell, you must be hell,

or not? Are you heaven.

the skys, all Seven.

Do they have class?

or is being different a belief of the earthly mass.

such a limitless train of thought,

that, even if you tried, cannot be bought.

All in a Golden afternoon,

under the skie...

Squeals of pure delight filled the air

As the wind blew through Louisa's hair

She was outside playing with her sisters, you see

And the young girls were a sight of endless glee

Without a care in the world, they passed the time

It's true the best things in life don't cost a dime

Life, in this moment, was truly, wonderfully grand

A joy so strong they could hardly withstand

A lifetime's worth of ela...

Every single day,

When you and I went out

To play,

We’d go until forever

Without a doubt.

We’d prance around

A bright field of flowers

For hours

On end, the only sound

To be heard,

No,

It wasn’t a bird,

It was our gleeful cheers

Of joy and bliss.

We’d dance together

Under the shade of lush trees,

This feeling of ease,

It could go on forever,

Especially with the peace

Of the calming breeze.

W...

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.

Maybe it was you, or the whispering caress that scraped along the nape of my neck.

Distant and warm. Featherlight and breezy. A mother’s touch.

Our thoughts entangle, fingers intertwine. Our backs pressed to the earth, soil clinging to the fabrics of our clothes.

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_ (we’re alike, i’d like to think. do you think?)_

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...

Waves gently flow against the shore,

While trees sway in that gentle ocean breeze,

Basking in the warm sun,

With feet dug snug into the warm sand,

They sleep soundly,

Listining to the soft sound of those beautiful ocean waves,

All in a golden afternoon,

Under the skies of cloudless blue....

Lost in a field of daisies I found you.

You told me the story about the girl you followed down the rabbit hole.

I told you my story of the mad hatter and all of his heinous requests to make me small.

You were curious and I was curiouser.

I told you I wished I hadn’t cried so much and

You told me you wished you hadn’t drank so much.

We knew who we were when we woke up this morning but so much has ...

All in a golden afternoon

Under the skies of cloudless blue

Trees sway in the light of day

Every which way from a gentle wind blowing

Never to be known where it’s going

Brown boots laced up tight as can be

Dozing off in a feild of wildflowers

Longing for the day I will at last be free

Flowers full of color and bees come buzzing

Swarming around my head looking for something sweet

Looking into ...

all the golden afternoon all the afternoon are golden sun is the gold its the most beautiful thing u could look it might burn ur eyes but uts the beauty of the spring and summer golden afternoon is like the sunshine

under skies of cloudless blue sky is blue the its like u can fly on the blue skies its the best thing that u could look at when ur awake...

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue,

Laid a body much to cold to be real,

Fiery hair bright like lava, singed the ground dark and true,

Emerald eyes vast and vacant, saw the truth none should see,

For beyond those cloudless blues, something putrid watched with glee.

It writhes and pulses among the stars, singing a ballad of lies and scars.

Rotten skin, thick with tar, sees...

‘All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.’

My eyes scrunched and wincing

But how can I?

How can I look away?

The Sun is slowly, gently kissing your cheeks.

And the wind...

Oh, the wind.

She loves play.

The wind tosses your hair, here and there as she runs and dances through the trees, valleys; and rolls over the fields.

Closing the distance one step, one skip at a time yet,...