I watched "Snow White and The Huntsman" and saw elves appearing from the birds' bodies. They were two cute elves with beautiful big eyes. So cute, they looked like babies. Everything was so beautiful in Fairy Land. Butterflies arranged themselves on trees and at first sight, they looked like beautiful flowers. Even mosses turned out into something indescribably beautiful and they were alive! And the mushrooms that had eyes! Such mushrooms would never go into my soup because they are so adorable!
The beauty of Fairy Land was so captivating which could make me watched for hours and hours. If only it was real!
The beautiful chirpy sounds, so romantic among the fragrant flowers in a dewy morning. I could almost hear him says "I loveyou" to Mama Bird, followed by more cheeriness of tiny voices rising from the warm nest securely built among the branches of a shady tree. One happy family waking up for another beautiful day full of love and hope.
when you're speechless I'm speechless who could blame it breeze stops blowing we feel the heat but who would complain trees standing still like toy soldiers no songs of birds they lose their tunes all seem void until an ice-breaking bringing back life and sparkles in the eyes conveying silent words make us more speechless how that could happen I see me in your eyes you see you in my eyes does it really mirror what lies deep within that words could not explain we remain speechless
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This is nothing more than just a rambling and written based on my imagination. Actually, I was looking at my drafts which to date accumulate to 149 posts, either a quarterly done, half done, almost done or still a long way to reach the finishing line. This is among the ones I tried to complete and I think I've done it though deserve no credit. May be other posts will remain as drafts if words can't find their ways into them. Better, blame be on me!
a song on air a story recited in rhythms of music a soul healed from injuries of the past in counts of minutes the sweet melody erases slowly those bad memories the pleasant ending touches the heart and lives in it
Today I "read" a story in a song and enjoy the good lessons in rhythms of music and beats of tempo which show the itinerary of life from grey to brightness.
sitting on a chair and it rocked I almost fell so finding out why saw a part of it was dislocated it kept me thinking and gave me forewarning, how it would be for me one day when age catches up, in an ageless time
This is an impromptu writing based on what I experienced early this morning when the birds were still sleeping.