Aug 8, 2012

Fielding

Blog Flash 2012


credit: myself


Time does not exist here.
Where you lay upon the cool grass, lush bristles itching at your skin.
The sky is boundless, shifting clouds whispering across its wake.
Air is exhaled through grazing trees, swaying hypnotically before its tender lungs.
And the world is silent but for the soothing rhythms that fill your soul.

word count: 54

memories,
Jaq xx

1 comment:

  1. You truly have a lovely way with words. Excellent!!!

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