She wandered across the sands never knowing what she’ll find
As her body was scrapped by the fierce dune storms
She walked and walked for what felt like unending
As time passed she hears the vague noise in the distant
The noise ever slowly changes to short songs and those songs to beautiful pieces
She’s filled with inspiration and begins to sing the song of her heart
These were the warmest and most loving melodies
The lonely desert has never felt, heard or experienced
Like giving water to a thirsty flower, the desert begins to grow with life
Days turned into month and months to years
She finished her song as centuries passed from what seemed like minutes ago
She wakes to a field of green with the skies purple and moon hanging above
She’s filled with happiness as the fireflies of night dance around her
She runs off into the field wrapped by the gentle breeze of spring
Exhausted from joy she takes a moment to rest and sits on the ever soft grass
Sitting down she sees strange dim lights in the distance and is oddly drawn to them
She tells the night fires of her leave and gives the moon her goodbyes
She takes one last breath and breathes the air around as she gets up and begins to walk
She wanders into the forest never knowing what she’ll find
I woke up this morning with a urge to write.
This story was inspired by two women who I absolutely love.
An Infj named Crystal and Entp named Leah.
As her body was scrapped by the fierce dune storms
She walked and walked for what felt like unending
As time passed she hears the vague noise in the distant
The noise ever slowly changes to short songs and those songs to beautiful pieces
She’s filled with inspiration and begins to sing the song of her heart
These were the warmest and most loving melodies
The lonely desert has never felt, heard or experienced
Like giving water to a thirsty flower, the desert begins to grow with life
Days turned into month and months to years
She finished her song as centuries passed from what seemed like minutes ago
She wakes to a field of green with the skies purple and moon hanging above
She’s filled with happiness as the fireflies of night dance around her
She runs off into the field wrapped by the gentle breeze of spring
Exhausted from joy she takes a moment to rest and sits on the ever soft grass
Sitting down she sees strange dim lights in the distance and is oddly drawn to them
She tells the night fires of her leave and gives the moon her goodbyes
She takes one last breath and breathes the air around as she gets up and begins to walk
She wanders into the forest never knowing what she’ll find
I woke up this morning with a urge to write.
This story was inspired by two women who I absolutely love.
An Infj named Crystal and Entp named Leah.
