sparkling like the falling golden star, that night





The waterdust were carried around by the wind. Made shiny rainbows above the river. A huge silversalmon jumped over the magic colours. Played of happiness in the dazzling waterfall. Played because it could. Played because it was breathing, existing and living.

My thoughts were surrounded by my heart. Where is my heart?

My thoughts were surrounded by your smile. You meshed them into a colourful ball of yarn. Twisted them round and round. Made me crawl for every piece. Every particle of your soul. Every fragment of your life. Every piece gilding my sparkling blue Iris.





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Postat av: hanna

vilken passion du har för skrivandet :)

2011-10-12 @ 09:57:58
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