Opal Dreams_

I looked around and saw a very round and pink face smiling at me. Cherry wanted me to accompany her to the garden. She especially wanted me to push her,while on the swings.
She absolutely adored the stories I'd tell her while she swings to the heavens with her eyes closed, mind in those clouds, tasting the white colour of it.

She finally gave me a toothy grin and held my finger with her full palm's grip.
We took the cart-ride to the park which she loved because she loved horses and they were nearly always the constant object in her sketches. Infact, she would be euphoric if I'd have a horse as one of the characters in her daytime fantasies of the fairies, pixies and elves. Today, we'd come much earlier than her friend Hazey.

Then suddenly, Cherry got up from the park bench and moved a bit nearer to the horse.
(The cart was just at rest near the gateway.)
The horse neighed, huffing a bit loudly.

Cherry repulsed an inch on the ground.
She was looking at it for a fairly long time. And possible it was looking back at her, gauging what the little human cub was playing at.
It was as if the Life in the animal connected with the Life throbbing in herself.
Then, she slowly went ahead and very bravely ,for a 7 yr old girl, patted the horse' hair. I was just behind her, and I knew I needn't do anything.
She had the beauty in her that reflected her innocence through her touch.

That night she drew her best sketch of the horse.


Peace.

Rapunzel.

Here I sit, not lesser like a moron, thinking about why and what of everything around me. Many of my posts unquestionably begin like this. Very much in the exact mood of the topic.
Plus, another stupid thing I would only do is by doubling such stuff. Making a different blog, just to check out a new template is just one of the few weirdings I did lately. Oh yes, I used weird in a verb-way. sounds cool, eh? B).

Minute by minute, I measure thy thirst,
Even Forever won't matter, to quench what's must;
Thou are what true art's beauty reflects,
Thou be the shine on the copper treasure chests,
Forgive my Love for it throbs in a timeless world;
Where I'd be with thou , only while the bubble bursts.

Duh. Why do I have to be just SO good. I bet many of you won't agree, believe or perhaps bother. But yes, I could be just as bitchy as any other bitch. oh, it's a different song I DO become that with some deserving dung-pots. Hmmphness.

Anyway, I Rock. :D

Rapunzel


Peace.