When he was here, it was...
Like a snowflake falling on a fox’s nose for the first time,
Like the low rumble in the chest of wolves when they cuddle,
Like the catchy tune of a nursery rhyme,
Like the reflection of a full moon in a big puddle,
Like the intricate design of vines when they intertwine,
Like the first notes of a violin playing so subtle.
When he was gone, it was...
Like the whimpers of a lost pup,
Like the fading of precious memories,
Like holding back the lump in your throat without luck,
Like staring up at a black mass of empty space,
Like a ghastly wind stripping the trees,
Like the teardrops running down a violinist’s face.
About the Creator
Alexa Mendoza
I don't like the world we live in so I try to live out my life through my dreams and thoughts. I love writing, I use it as an escape from reality and express what I fee.
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