A soft and delicate substance
Like white sand beneath toes
And the beams of the sunrise
Drowning a morning bedroom
With the white canopy billowing
Like liquid velvet in the sun
A small lamb moving slowly
Through the greenest pasture
And the smoothest fingers and hands
Stroking along bare, warm skin
Like cold mountain water running over rocks
And laying your head down at night
The cool air slipping and falling in around you
Your eyes falling shut as your body drifts
Drifts to another place with angels and
Wings fluttering in the distance
Pure elegance...
-Kaila Nicole
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