It's like a bruised twilight
It's like the first star in the sky
It's like a thick, goose-down duvet
It's like the faint shimmer of the nightlight
It's like the sun peeping through the storm
It's like rolling down hills
It's like baking cookies
It's like diving off the high board
It's like making pictures in clouds
It's like holding a snowflake in the palm of your hand
It's like the sizzling air in a lightning storm
It's like the first breath of spring
It's like the tang of a summer night
It's like nothing
And yet, it is Everything.
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"When you wish for so long that you could hear something," he said slowly, "and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough."
2 comments:
That was amazing. Do these beautiful words just bounce around in your head waiting to be put into verse? Wish I could do that!
Really pretty Ash!
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