Post by Sindri on Jan 21, 2011 13:49:41 GMT -6
At night when the stars, light up my room,
I sit by myself, Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You,In hopes you're on
the other side, Talking to me too
I sit by myself, Talking to the Moon
Try to get to You,In hopes you're on
the other side, Talking to me too
The day was chilled, causing the young Arabian yearling
to tremble from the cold. But in honesty it didn’t really
bother here. She placed her head to the ground and
flicked her lifeless ears. She wished with all her heart
she could hear. But instead she would never hear the
sound of her twin’s voice. Would never hear the sound
water makes when it trickles down a stream she wanted
to hear what the sigh of the wind sounded like.
But then wasn’t her twin just like her? Wanting his
vision? She looked around for Yang. The two never
separated far. As her dark obsidian eyes scanned the
terrain she inhaled the sent of the air deeply and then
found him. On the breeze she snorted and kicked up
her heels and bounded over to him nosing her charcoal
muzzle to his side as she nipped at his mane gently
she flicked her ears in greeting but that was all as
she shook out her silver white mane and then placed her
crown over his back. He was slightly smaller. Only by
a hand. But where he lacked height. He gained in
couage and she loved her brother.
As she shifted to stand beside him again she lowered
her head to the ground and her pearls began to pluck
at strands of the emerald earth all the while she made
soft whickering sounds to her brother. To assure him
she was there and she wasn’t going to leave him.
to tremble from the cold. But in honesty it didn’t really
bother here. She placed her head to the ground and
flicked her lifeless ears. She wished with all her heart
she could hear. But instead she would never hear the
sound of her twin’s voice. Would never hear the sound
water makes when it trickles down a stream she wanted
to hear what the sigh of the wind sounded like.
But then wasn’t her twin just like her? Wanting his
vision? She looked around for Yang. The two never
separated far. As her dark obsidian eyes scanned the
terrain she inhaled the sent of the air deeply and then
found him. On the breeze she snorted and kicked up
her heels and bounded over to him nosing her charcoal
muzzle to his side as she nipped at his mane gently
she flicked her ears in greeting but that was all as
she shook out her silver white mane and then placed her
crown over his back. He was slightly smaller. Only by
a hand. But where he lacked height. He gained in
couage and she loved her brother.
As she shifted to stand beside him again she lowered
her head to the ground and her pearls began to pluck
at strands of the emerald earth all the while she made
soft whickering sounds to her brother. To assure him
she was there and she wasn’t going to leave him.
The words i spill:249
The one i speak to:Yang/Open
The things running through my head:
