A moonlit shore is where we met; to begin out journey across the stars. Her hand in mine, we would dance to the rhythm of the crickets' midnight ballad. I would lose myself in her eyes; those light-blue pools would bring to mind memories of the spring. A time when flowers would surround us. Her golden hair would blow to and fro, in whichever direction the wind willed it to go. the sound of her voice filled the very air I breathed. Dissipating every care plaguing my mind. I miss her, and I still long to kiss her... And I eagerly await the coming of night, so that I may be with my dream-maiden once more...
A contest entry
- Sweet Dreams by Cerulean Sunrise.
1000 points, ended April 17, 2008, 17 entries
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So pretty it deserves a title.
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wow wow that was really good.. your a very talented writer i love your work! ok im off to read more lol
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