strange to say the least
it was unearthly
She was so pretty I could cry
She was ageless
Radiated good nature. She seemed so happy and cheerful.
A confusion of emotion, of love
Well attraction maybe
But it was more... appreciation
Not of an artwork. But of... a feeling or collective of feelings. No...
It was of a woman.
The appreciation of womanhood.
Her eyes, her speech, her laugh.
It all just came together to make something so wholesome.
For an immeasurable time I felt euphoric almost.
It felt as if the whole morning warmed for me alone while snow covered everywhere else.
Her eyes were a mix of grey and green...
i've already forgotten her face.
Why do I always forget the ones we appreciate the most.
My imagination won't let me
my imagination is a prison.
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