Friday, February 27, 2009

The Breath of Babies

A pool of fresh water, about two meters deep, glistening as the light hits its surface. Surrounding it, the matted green of perfect, soft grass compliments the many inflorescence's of baby's breath, forming wisps of white like foamy mist gently covering the ground. Winged creatures as pretty as the petals of the amaryllis flutter past the bleeding hearts and fairy fans, shimmering in the light. Incandescence, permeating a netting of leaves, hits the calm water and I stand there, soaking up the divine, celestial beauty of it all. The air, crisp,fresh and sweet, fills my nostrils and sends a sense of relief and clarity through my body as a certain quietude exuded the place where I would reside in dreams.




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