ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Brittle grass, cold wind
I shiver, but I'm not alone
Early stage of a waning moon
Watches
As I lift my hand up toward the sky
My palm begins to tingle
Phantom fingers twine with mine
I am not sure if I have ever held
Or even know this hand
But it fits perfectly with mine
I shiver, but I'm not alone
Early stage of a waning moon
Watches
As I lift my hand up toward the sky
My palm begins to tingle
Phantom fingers twine with mine
I am not sure if I have ever held
Or even know this hand
But it fits perfectly with mine
I felt a smile grace my lips... star gazing late last night... I knew she reminded me not to give up.
11/04/2009
11/04/2009
© 2009 - 2024 SkycladGypsy
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
