My trees smiled upon us as if we were lovers, nothing short of poetic as the wind graced our faces. I stood holding her, she stood looking over the water, as if we never left our places I have never seen or felt a look such as hers, through my heart our love shattered. She was home and how I loved her, the wind whipped through my hair and around my body as If trying to carrie us high. My body shuddered with anticipation, anticipation of a encounter yet to happen.
Reason for writing:
The home comming of a Witch.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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