A young girl sat huddled by the window, looking up into the darkening canopy.Clouds gathered in the sky, waiting to paint another dark colour on the canvas without boundaries. Her face was pale and lost in the mystery of not knowing what picture was going to be unraveled. Her eyes glistened in the pearly moonlight, moist with the waters beyond and within. "Where do I belong?" she asked herself. Silence answered with her quiet, loving presence.
Her moist eyes now began to give.....giving in to the tranquility, giving away their pain -a barter for love and warmth? A tiny teardrop poised on her gossamer cheeks whispered softly to itself - "Where do I belong?"...before it surrendered to the wind, leaving no trace but a taut, dry skin from where it had disappeared....into the dark, fragrant silence that melted all over her like warm, dark chocolate.
The wind ruffled her long hair as she sat with herself. There was a dash of salt in it as she felt it rush by her face and kiss her lips. The ocean was close and full . Was the wind carrying a message to her from the ocean? Was it taking a message from her to the sea? She heard it whisper softly in her ears that were waiting for the faintest clue to gather weight.
"You belong to me.
And I belong to you."
The young girl smiled and stood up. She closed her eyes and opened her heart. She could see the clouds in the teardrop, the teardrop in the wind, the wind in the ocean, and the ocean in everything. She felt full and loved. Silence gathered her in her arms as she watched the incandescent moon rise over the dark sky. She knew where her home was.
Her moist eyes now began to give.....giving in to the tranquility, giving away their pain -a barter for love and warmth? A tiny teardrop poised on her gossamer cheeks whispered softly to itself - "Where do I belong?"...before it surrendered to the wind, leaving no trace but a taut, dry skin from where it had disappeared....into the dark, fragrant silence that melted all over her like warm, dark chocolate.
The wind ruffled her long hair as she sat with herself. There was a dash of salt in it as she felt it rush by her face and kiss her lips. The ocean was close and full . Was the wind carrying a message to her from the ocean? Was it taking a message from her to the sea? She heard it whisper softly in her ears that were waiting for the faintest clue to gather weight.
"You belong to me.
And I belong to you."
The young girl smiled and stood up. She closed her eyes and opened her heart. She could see the clouds in the teardrop, the teardrop in the wind, the wind in the ocean, and the ocean in everything. She felt full and loved. Silence gathered her in her arms as she watched the incandescent moon rise over the dark sky. She knew where her home was.
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