Post by YukiTen on Apr 9, 2011 18:50:56 GMT -7
Just a memoir in poetic prose~
That I wrote when I didn't know how to write well. >.>
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Was it the cool misty breeze floating through my hair and ruffling my skirt the reason I was so drawn to this hidden over-look?
Small tufts of dandelion seeds and cherry blossom petals drifting in the air around me, the sweet perfume of the pink flowers dancing into my nose. Lush green grass squished between my small toes, tickling the soles of my feet. Cherry blossom trees grew tall and strong in two straight lines, almost as if they were lining a small path that only I have walked.
There was a ledge about twenty-feet from the last two trees in the lines. As you gaze over, you can see a bay-like area, decorated with a fairly huge cherry blossom tree, a nicely sized pond, a statue of a climbing cat, and possibly the tallest, most beautifully made tower in existence. It’s the most beautiful scene I have ever laid my eyes on. And this place had led me to it.
It was almost a winding string of stairs around a waterfall, yet, the way up was in no way, shape, or form like a flight of stairs. Moss and grass covered smooth granite rock wound around a pounding white waterfall, rising up to meet with a bubbling spring and all. Then those pretty cherry blossoms I talked about come up.
Piecing it together the way I do doesn’t help it make any sense, does it? Heh. Didn’t think so.
But, anyways, I made my way to the ledge, feeling the crisp grass tickle my toes. Surprisingly, the tiny green blades were quite soft for usually scratchy plants. Before I really realized it, I was situated an inch from the edge, with a thin smile plastered to my face.
There was a sense of familiarity here. Just the air itself felt like it’s been felt before. I know I’ve been here multiple times. In fact, I can remember an instance that I was. So many years ago…
That I wrote when I didn't know how to write well. >.>
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Beautiful Memory
Was it the cool misty breeze floating through my hair and ruffling my skirt the reason I was so drawn to this hidden over-look?
Small tufts of dandelion seeds and cherry blossom petals drifting in the air around me, the sweet perfume of the pink flowers dancing into my nose. Lush green grass squished between my small toes, tickling the soles of my feet. Cherry blossom trees grew tall and strong in two straight lines, almost as if they were lining a small path that only I have walked.
There was a ledge about twenty-feet from the last two trees in the lines. As you gaze over, you can see a bay-like area, decorated with a fairly huge cherry blossom tree, a nicely sized pond, a statue of a climbing cat, and possibly the tallest, most beautifully made tower in existence. It’s the most beautiful scene I have ever laid my eyes on. And this place had led me to it.
It was almost a winding string of stairs around a waterfall, yet, the way up was in no way, shape, or form like a flight of stairs. Moss and grass covered smooth granite rock wound around a pounding white waterfall, rising up to meet with a bubbling spring and all. Then those pretty cherry blossoms I talked about come up.
Piecing it together the way I do doesn’t help it make any sense, does it? Heh. Didn’t think so.
But, anyways, I made my way to the ledge, feeling the crisp grass tickle my toes. Surprisingly, the tiny green blades were quite soft for usually scratchy plants. Before I really realized it, I was situated an inch from the edge, with a thin smile plastered to my face.
There was a sense of familiarity here. Just the air itself felt like it’s been felt before. I know I’ve been here multiple times. In fact, I can remember an instance that I was. So many years ago…
