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The sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it’s raining hard now but I’m not wet at all.
I shudder, I quake, the fists at my sides unravel and my body awakens.
I run.
I sprint through the trees and move in fast forward. It seems like I traveled for hours upon end but I end up right back where I started.
A break in the trees and I’m seeing stars, the moon, the sun a glimmering point in the distance. A myriad of dawns breaking through the dark. It dances, twisting and breaking through in shards. I don’t know what I’m seeing- it all plays tricks on my eyes.
Out of breath, out of steam and out of words- I still can’t make a sound.
Until my heart pounds, each beat throbbing- so loud.
I awake suddenly, a misty rain coming through the open window. The wind has picked up, I find myself pulling the blanket closer.
I like the chill, makes me cozy under my army of layers. I breathe deep once or twice, relax into the sound of rain hitting the roof. Fat drops land heavy and slow, the cadence so soothing.
I close my eyes and see swirls and shapes, flashbacks of a distant land. I fall asleep dreaming of the ocean where I’m floating below the surface. Morning light streaming through the waves, chasing the tide into high.Every day in summer
Summer Lullaby
Sky Pebbles
FEATURE NO.1Hello everyone and happy new year! ^^
I wanted to thank everyone who helped me create this feature. I hope those amazing artists can start this year with a smile keep on improving, because there are many people who admire your work!
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
~Pablo Picasso
LITERATURE - POLISH/POLSKI
:iconinnatan: Innatan (swoją drogą - witam cię na deviantARTcie! )
:iconavarati-elvo: Avarati-elvo
:iconnayamo: Nayamo
LITERATURE - ENGLISH
:iconnattrozanska: Nattrozanska