It was a wonder in every way. At every angle it seemed to say that everything was fine. It would all pass in the end. It moved with succinct grace and gargantuan; tip-toeing through the blue beyond with mass and incredulity, and they all danced. Danced in grand gestures of symbolism. The dance was the heart, the soul, of it all.
Though its life was only days, though it could only remain aloft for so long before it hit something more substantial than its vain innocence--vain ignorance. Yes, though reality finally claimed the superfluous thing, one would say it was quite superb in all its fashion. Indeed, perhaps that was the cry that its heart and soul screamed when it rushed to life-boats and spilled into the freezing ocean; like blood. Blood from the sinking ship.
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the snow?
ReplyDeleteMmm, that works beautiful deary, but that isn't actually what I was thinking when I wrote it.
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