Feathers, dancing in the breeze. Falling thick and fast, settling on boughs of trees, and everything it comes to pass. Like happiness floating down from above, coating all it comes to touch. Every drop a little different from the rest, individual little stars. Beauty in its crystal form, mesmerising to watch, faces fill windows to see the storm, watching colour fade and light permeate. How clean everything appears when coated in your sweetness, angel tears form on rooftops, like little spears of greatness. That little coating soon gets deep and children grin and sing with glee, soon they can go out and play, creating sculptures of cold, whiteness. The roads get quiet and if you listen good, you will hear those feathers land lightly, soon all you see is pure brilliant light and happiness surrounds us.
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Clinical Hypnotherapist, mother, wife & grandmother. Sun worshipper and Spiritualist. Inspired by Art and the beauty of the world. View more posts