Coming from my
room, into the
great hall, admiring
photos of the one
before me, now gone.
Descending the
stairs into another
room, I'm greeted by
my fellow friends, care
takers of my home of
old.
Exiting the old house
to the blue sky and
warm air, comforting
to my skin.
I observe the sky, slowly
becoming a swirl of color, pink,
orange, and then slowly to a
grey. A storm is approaching, and
it's fierceness is felt as
it's coldness comes
before it.
Author notes
a/n: Part two of four...continuing this personal expierence. Enjoy!
Written January 9th, 2006
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Nice job, this has a lot of good imagery in it. Heading to part 3 right now.
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