~For the Theme of Spring, a Mysterious Jar
You’re spinning by
Too fast for me to hold you
My arms are reaching, my hands are grasping
You’re passing me by my fingertips
You are glowing,
Glowing like the moon is within your skin
You laugh and pass me by
Like mist in the hills
There mist lays white-brushed clouds
Yet it’s unreachable
Your wings are silver
Glimmering like a fish’s tail
My entry for 'A Mysterious Jar'. As I have said, it is entirely different than any that have been posted so far. Do enjoy!
Bilfafious Dougery Mukle of Mr. Gandalf's garden is my name and I am a gnome. Please forgive the smudges of dirt on this paper I forgot to wash my hands after battling the Snapdragons this morning.
Aw. Thanks for picking A Mysterious Jar, friends. :) ~Anna
No one ever caught Liam reading, not really. He would take a book under his arm, sit in the rocking chair in the living room, and fall asleep with it. When he woke up, he seemed to know everything about it.