Soft golden light spills out across the room through the thin white gossamer curtains. A wind begins to whisper, rustling the fabric.
The sound of a songbird echoes from the nearby forest, rousing the occupants from sleep.
His eyes flutter open and he turns his head. His dark hair mussed up from sleep, a smile comes to his lips as soon as he sees her, bathed in golden sunlight.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
