Standing on a cliff,

There lies a sea of emerald,

Beneath me.

My back feels cold,

As the wind catches

My hair and tangles it;

Trapping itself in it.

I am enveloped

In the wind's breezy hands;

Giving me a hug,

As I gaze upon the sapphire.

The breezy hands,

Now feel flowy;

And I'm now drowning,

Drowning in the sea of darkness.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

What's your favourite hands?

Lemme know :)

Until next hug

Anna