Author: Jules Lady
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The Soul of the Moon.
She is made of light and mystery, she glows and gently showers the earth with her magic. Curled up and sleeping she slowly opens her arms showing first a sliver of light and gently unfolding to shine bright. Always a gentle light, never hard and blinding, she enfolds the creatures of this earth in her…
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Black lace
Author: ladyjewel Red high heels shape the arch of her feet,Black silk stockings cling to her legs ending in a ring of lace just above her knees,She lays stretched out on the table arms at her sides the long lace gloves framing her hands and hugging her arms,Her hair falling in waves over the end…
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Waterfall lovers
Author: ladyjewel She picked a flower growing near the river and placed it in her hair, it was a beautiful red, it showed so well in her dark hair, she trailed her hand in the cool water and the spray from the waterfall felt cool on her face. He walked out of the water as…
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Natures Painting
Author: ladyjewel The wall crumbled and old, the bricks falling to dust,The bones of the man as if sitting waiting against the wall,His bones dry and beginning to crumble, the hard hat at an angle where it had fallen, the shirt rotting and faded in the sun. Through the opening that used to be a…
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The Deer.
Author: ladyjewel Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly. The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell ofSomething unknown hits his nose, he stops and his sensesCome alive, he turns…
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Perfect person
Author: ladyjewel Body in the grip of tearing pain,Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds. Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly.. You slide out and the pain is gone,A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,A…
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The Swan, a love story
Author: ladyjewel The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out…
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Yellow.
Yellow, a colour I never before put with me, Yellow daffodils, soft and gentle, fragile yet flexible to sway in the wind. Yellow Sunflowers, bright and bold, Strong, yet unique turning to the sun. Both seem so different and yet, once you cut them they both slowly die. I have been broken and my petals…
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Broken.
In silence she sat, no expression on her face, the glass snow globe in her hands and a pile of items sitting next to her. It had been an hour and she had not moved, she placed the glass snow globe on the top step where she sat and gently rolled it forward, watching it…
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Something Real.
A connection, a text, just words.But suddenly the right words A call, just a voice, but this one flows into you like a gentle breeze, it climbs into every corner of your mind, traces the essence that is you, and makes the day so much better than you remember. ✨✨✨ A face, just a face,…