I awoke with a start, the race of my heart breeding fear; I am alone.
Yet, before me lay beauty, embodied in shards and I knew not where they may call home.
I gathered them, reeling, their essence so fleeting that I felt unworthy to touch; and I set out to find her, that un-earthly binder who restores these sweet whisps when they roam.
I steadied my hand in the face of her power, and mustered what strength I had left at that hour.
Ethereal influence ensconced my hand, lifting those petals aloft.
I gazed at the advent, statuesqe in my reverence, as the goddess who makes pieces whole; assembled my treasure, and spoke to the darkness: 'My dearest, he has found your soul.'















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you probably don't remember me, it's been a while!
Thank you for your compliment on my writing, I can't draw, paint, or do much of anything with the right hemisphere of my brain, heh, but writing sometimes serves as an outlet. Hope you had a happy holiday season.
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'I only regret that I have one life to lose for my country.'
~Nathan Hale
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