|When I was little I used to think the branches were the trees fingers and that they were reaching for the sky|
Dear SisterDear sister;Dear Sister by ShelleyAnderson
I wish that you would not surround yourself with candles-
You allow them to burn bright and scent the air, flame to sing enticingly and the moth, which seeks the crackle of lilting song, to dance around the warmth, only to ignite in the hot and dry air.
I wish you would handle social situations better-
You stand tall like a princess warrior, hard as iron, wit sharp as Madame Guillotine, but don't understand that your razor-sharp tongue will cut a suitor to shreds.
I wish that you didn't equip yourself with such dense armour.
You wear chainmail, steel cuirass, arm braces, leg gauntlets and anything else used to protect you from sword and bullet, but forget what the caress of a gentle hand feels like.
I wish you liked poetry-
Like bard; sing songs of love to melt thine ear,
But mad is he to soften such barbed tongue,
Thou looks't upon him with such wanton disdain,
But pay he no attention to this scorn
The tenor of cherubs mischiefs run
The Evening CelloHis dark eyes followed the movement of the curtains and how they swayed rhythmically in the wind. The breeze was not without force but neither was it as unpleasant as it might have been for some, he quite enjoyed the way his hair whipped about his face like this, it reminded him of hiking in the hillside.The Evening Cello by ShelleyAnderson
The evening had been a humid one so he had decided against work, instead he took his friends' cello and played the secrets of his heart through the strings, closing his eyes as he drew the bow back and forth and from it came the sweet-sorrow melody that filled the room. The curtains were his metronome.
All of this and the rhythm he played allowed him to forget about who he was and the accompanying responsibility he held, and for the moment- this small amount of time that he had to himself to simply lose himself amongst the music.
He had started playing at sunset, when the light started to dim and scatter the sky with clouds of orange and pink. When the songbirds would retire for the d
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