silent laughter
By evangelina
silently the rain falls with a softness to gentle to resist and the slithering of the wet mud underneath her feet feels so strange. Such a smooth relation that can't be described as the crows pass her by while spreading their wings in the coldness of illusions that fill her mind as the clouds turn to a blended colour of gray and pale blue. breathing in the frozen fog that the ice is giving on a day like today, she enjoys the wake up call that she hears in the silence of the skies that still beckon to her with the calm delight that reminds her she is still alive. a slight grin giving in to her mouth as she remembers the craziness that has become her savior of her lost spirit and has found her in her depths of despair, she can't help but relish in the odd laughter that builds up inside of her as she gazes into her dark realm. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 05:12 PM PST 0 • 1
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"silently the rain falls with a softness to gentle to resist..."