When I think of you, I find myself looking towards the sky. I wonder if you are looking down at me. Watching from above, with a pair of angelic wings. I believe that you are seeing heights only one stairway has ever led to.
I would prefer it if you were closer though. Thriving in flourishing meadows, behind the hills. I dream of watching you dance, as the playful breeze rattles the leaves of the oak trees. Just beyond the view from my window; your own hinterland.
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In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt found here
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Very nice. Warm, pleasant, and creative. 🙂
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Nice use of nature’s imagery, especially the personification
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