Flower Crowns

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Ringlets hang around her spirited face,
a tiara topping her head.
As she stands in the sunset,
a dark silhouette against the brilliant hues,
she is a princess.
In her head she slays dragons,
scares away monsters,
and is awoken by true love's first kiss.
Her gown is embellished,
her heels high.
She lives in a castle in the clouds,
a palace made of gold in a kingdom of magic.

But of course she is a child,
her tiara a flower crown of blooms,
searching for the monsters underneath her bed.
Wrinkled sundress twirling in the wind,
returning to her two-story city home.
Yet her dreams are kept alive,
the fiery embers of innocence lit by hope.
Her smile makes the world light up.

In her eyes is childhood,
fairy tales and storytelling her joys.
As night quickly falls,
she drifts into sleep in her father's arms,
her visions full of happily-ever-afters.
When she awakes,
she will once more be a princess in her castle in the clouds,
twirling with a flower crown and a mind racing with imagination.

This piece was completely written on a whim. Hope you enjoyed!  x - Sanjana

dear sweet wintertime

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the merry twinkle of your laughter delights me,

and i smile back, bright red cheeks and all.

i remember so clearly,

our snowball fights on winter afternoons,

followed by cocoa and grandma's hugs.

our snowmen with button eyes and carrot noses,

straight out of a picture book.

then a gust of wind breaks my thoughts,

and we catch snowflakes on our tongues. 

it's just like the old times, i think aloud,

and you nod in agreement.

now so much time has passed,

but the memories are still crystal clear,

as clear as the icicles

that hang from the roof.

my dear, you say, and i look up.

you reach for my mitten-clad hand, and we dissolve into laughter.

we are children once again.

oh, dear sweet wintertime. ♥

We've gotten some snow over here, but it's been far too cold to head outside. I hope you feel the magic of winter and I hope this piece warms you up in every which way. Much love to you all!

Promise ♥

I'll hold you tight and never let go.

I'll rest my arm around you as we fall asleep under the stars.

When we wake up, I'll wish you a good morning and tell you how extraordinary you are.

When it gets chilly outside, I'll wrap my sweater around your shoulders.

I'll give you the world, even if it takes a lifetime.

I'll do that for you.

We'll reminisce over mugs of hot coffee, shaken with nostalgia. 

We'll let time get the best of us,

and after we're tired; exhausted and fatigued, 

I'll walk you home in the moonlight, guarding you from the looming shadows.

I'll always be here for you. 

I'll love you endlessly, darling. 

I promise. ♥

Moon



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"My darling,"

She let her tough walls fall when they were alone.

She enveloped the child in a warm hug.

"No other mother loves her daughter

as much as I love you,"

she whispered.

And the owl's wings flapped,

its backdrop the milky moon

and the yellow stars

It was so near, yet so far; 

almost like you could capture the moon in a fist.

But not quite.

The girl's merry little laugh

and innocent twinkling eyes

spoke what words could not.

Wrapped up in her mother's arms,

the moon her spotlight,

she was content.

"I love you."

Waterside

 

The Brook // @PeridotCove

     The sky is a gorgeous shade of blue, perfect for flying kites and having picnics with friends. The gentle breeze carries the sounds of playful screams from rambunctious toddlers, their fingers sticky from the peanut-butter-jelly sandwiches they have just finished eating. Two young women sit talking on the edge of the brook, their tiny, precious babies wrapped safely in their arms. Ducks merrily float along in the murky water, gobbling up the crumbled pieces of bread tossed to them by passersby. As I step along the boardwalk, careful not to slip on the wet wood, I breathe in the humid air. I watch the people, from the young to the elderly, laughing and talking and making vivid hand gestures, full of emotion. They fan themselves to cool off from the heat and soak their feet in the rippling water. They play pat-a-cake and lie back on the mantis green grass, cloud-watching. They live in the moment, here at the brook. I want to live in the moment, too.

     I hurriedly slip off my sandals and briskly walk along the rest of the boardwalk, stopping only when I reach my destination- the waterside, where I intend to spend the rest of my afternoon in tranquility. 

Note: This was inspired by a recent walk I took by the brook. I hope you enjoyed!