night slowly exhales
glittering gifts for the dawn
breathed in by the light
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
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Simply beautiful
Beautiful! Missed this one Kristen. Not sure I was following you back then… Have you read my new free verse as yet?
Inhale by light, exhale at nite, awesome exchange, 😊😊
This is gorgeous! You should enter this in the challenge as well. Heck, you've probably already got a dozen that would fit.
"...breathed in by the light." Ah, you made this moment magical with this line. Beautifully done!