On the cloudless mornings of early
spring, I remember going to bed at
daylight. Rephrasing the
conversation in my thoughts,
reminiscing his husky voice in the
quiet of the night. Uncurling
myself with his resplendent
laughs, exquisitely imagining him
inhaling the fragrance of the
darkness in the past hours of
midnight. Frolicking with slumber,
chasing the recent past: a distorted
him, with his ravenous cinnamon
hair and his liquescent arcadian
smile.
Nice job. Interesting descriptions.
ReplyDeleteArlee Bird
A to Z Challenge Co-host
Tossing It Out
Hi there!
ReplyDeleteI’m stopping by during the A to Z Challenge. I enjoyed stopping by and hope you get the chance to check out my blog sometime during this month. I’m a children’s book author and I’m reviewing different books. Good luck with the challenge!
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Donna L Martin
www.donnalmartin.com
author THE STORY CATCHER
coauthor CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL: ANGELS AMONG
Good one, Prunzaye. Glad to have connected with you. :)
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