|When I was little I used to think the branches were the trees fingers and that they were reaching for the sky|
All Is Sealed With a Kiss, and StrawberriesSakuira watched K walk across the room with a lazy hunger, it was the kind of look that spoke of a desire for companionship more than anything else, and it seemed to responsible for the thing that made his eyes glimmer slightly in the dim light.All Is Sealed With a Kiss, and Strawberries by =ShelleyAnderson
"How do I look?" Said K with clear uncertainty, stopping in the centre of the room as she gestured downwards at the garment she was wearing.
The dress was of simple design, but with that came the sought after elegance the designer so clearly strived for: it was a straight dress that met the floor, the material was chiffon and midnight blue in colour, specifically cut across the chest to leave her left shoulder bare to accent her neck and chest, leaving room to do just about anything with her hair which would in-turn have her looking flawless no matter what she wished to do with it. She had put her hair up in braids and wrapped them neatly around her head, the style was the only thing of the entire look she was used to, however she did look beau
A Sonnet for the DamselWithout you, there is no I, there is no dance there is no sound!A Sonnet for the Damsel by =ShelleyAnderson
For what is a world without the wonders of sound? such a bland and inanimate place, a place not fit to live!
'Glad it is so' You might say; It is but no other way. It cannot be any other, my heart and mind be taken by you.
Those without ears stand outside of a world so full of light the angels themselves are struck down by Jealousy himself.
Outside of a world where the apples are the sweetest in the land, the water as blue the sky is vast and limitless.
A place where few have been yet thousands dream of.
Without You, there is no He or She, they are nothing in the light that is You and I.
Nothing but a match that pales in the silvery moonlight, so bright that the shadows of doubt shrink back from sight.
Let our voices be heard by those that wish to hear it, the sounds so rich and enchanting to all those that came before them.
For desiny may not be true but, but truth may be found in perseverence,
That is not to say one mus
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