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Date Posted: 05:50:04 05/26/03 Mon
Author: Isis
Subject: Speechless
In reply to: Ziraga 's message, "Sôsa, kono ame wa itsu ka yamunda ne." on 22:20:33 05/24/03 Sat





This was an accident
not the kind where sirens sound
never even noticed
we’re suddenly crumbling

Tell me how you’ve never felt
delicate or innocent
do you still have doubts
that us having faith makes any sense? – Show Me Love TATu

Whilst the state grey clouds pour their sorrows in massive gusts, the forest trees hold a leaky umbrella across Dark Evergreens. Rain cascades down the fat maple leaves, forming a mystical wonderland. The mare tosses rich champagne locks, spitting cool liquid-sprinkler style. Casually, her aqua eyes sweet her companion’s drenched form. "Breathtaking," utters the female, more passionate than intended.

Shimmering pools of a glitter silver ripple, as they contact her hooves. Tears, washed afar by nature’s moist kisses, no longer haunt her features. Shaded like thick virgin olive oil, she drips beauty as she steps forth, diminishing a distance between them. Caught upon a spindle’s thread, Isis soaks up the moment, overloading herself with bliss.

Control, Isis! A voice caterwauls, rapping upon her forehead like a woodpecker drilling manically against a tree. Instantly, she yields, continuing past him. Eyes divert from the stallion to behold a leaf’s innocent tumble downwards.


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