'tis a hushed little thing. elusive and most often times unnoticeable. 'tis but a whisper, a ripple of a murmur.
it caresses and tugs, a sprightly character with playful spirit like that of a kitten pouncing upon the green.
yet, when disturbed, it rumbles angrily and howls with all fierceness.
amidst the clamor of the city beyond, my heart flutters as it hears the sweet breeze beckon,
twirling in my little garden, nestled between the glen. the tall structures of stone, impressive as they are, cannot grasp my heart like the sweet moment in the garden savoring the breeze.
so, although I will travel miles and miles beyond my little glen, into a city made of stone,
my heart will remain home,
in the garden hearing the sweet breeze beckon.
until then,
the girl in the garden.
This is Abigail I love this post Grace! You are quite an artist at words! Thank you for leaving that SWEET comment on my blog!
ReplyDeleteOh I awwed over this! This is such a beautiful, simple post, Grace dearest. I wish I had your way of making everything so clear and imaginable. You are a fantastic writer, dearie.
ReplyDeleteHave lots and lots of fun, k?
-Gabby
This is beautiful. Have a wonderful time :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post Grace! It's so well written! I love it! :)
ReplyDeleteyour words are magical. every time.
ReplyDeletexo, Jessica @ Diary of a Beautiful Soul
agree with Jessica, just incredibly beautiful grace! love the photo too;)
ReplyDeleteGrace, your writing never ceases to inspire and amaze me. This post is no exception.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Emily.
Your words are so beautiful! Such lovely writing, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful :)
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