The candles lighted the room as they held each other’s souls in the embrace of their purely exposed bodies. The Moon howled together with their hungry hearts. The stars danced to their rhythm… She opened her tearful eyes whispering “I miss you” and swept off the leaves from his grave.
This story was written by…
Julita Wozny: In the corner of biography is left an empty space for a cosy chair that may arrive one day from it’s far journey. Once it arrives Julita will sit there comfortably with a book in her hand (and a fancy hat on her head), and drink the words until she gets dizzy and passes out. ‘Til that time, she cherishes the silence.
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Loved this guest post! So much conveyed and felt in so few words. Well done.
And I actually started to edit the story, making a mess of it.
Thank you, Eclectic Poet! I’m so very pleased to read such feedback! It made me smile:)
I wouldn’t want to mess up Vincent’s blog!
Reblogged this on Black & White Colors and commented:
Added to my WordPress diary. I wonder if my children (and grandchildren and their children…) will see all this one day…
They will!
Brilliant piece of writing!
Aww!
Awww!
😉
Well done!!
Thank you! 🙂