The sky had never been as beautiful as it looked that night. A dark but lively hue of purple, with thin clouds smeared across the sky. The moonlight shone on the grass and illuminated everything as far as the eye could see. The wind blew through it, and it looked as if nature was combing its fingers through its silky, flowing hair. The cold was a pleasant sting on your skin, making its gentle presence known. The rustling of leaves in the trees and the whispers the wind spoke into my ear sounded like music. I know this isn't a poem, but I had to share it.
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Random Writings
RandomThis is where I'm going to compile all of my short stories that never really made it past the draft. Also just really random writes. It's all really good though! Enjoy.
