Monday, August 15, 2011

I think about that day. You were wearing a white dress. You were dancing with the sun. laughing with the flowers. Flirting with the tress. I had never seen you so happy. I watched you. I watched you, and I thought, 'she's so beautiful.' I wondered if you knew. And I wondered how many people in the world go throughout their life's never knowing how beautiful they are.

*A little piece from the story I'm writing. 

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