it's like a flutter
the soft brush of a gentle butterfly landing on a little one's button nose
but
but, no -
it's deeper
running, churning
like the waters
carving and twisting
river bends making permanent marks upon the solid landscape
a new glory in an ancient world
a lush, growing environment
it's beauty, unique
everlasting
the wind sways through the wispy leaves of an old oak
endlessly calling, hoping, waiting
yet
an arrow pierces itself through the aging bark
thick, warm sap runs abundantly
my blood spills out from the ruby slash in my chest
he smiles his perfect smile
shining, glowing gorgeously
his delicate fingers twist the metal further into my heart.
i can't describe how much it aches.
- charlie.
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