Silver is magic and adventure,
An angel's song and a new life.
Silver is the sweet sound of bells ringing
In the early hours of morning.
The feel of silk against skin, cold winter air,
And smooth perfect glass.
Silver is different and contradicting.
Ice cream in the cold,
Hot chocolate when you're warm.
The smell of silver brings the smell of rain,
The smell of ozone, and the brewing of a storm.
Silver is the very existence of everything
And the future that is just out of reach,
Because silver is cold and distant.
Empty blankness
And every mistake you make.
And yet,
Silver is made of shining opportunities
Moonlight flickering on water
And the glisten of snow on the ground.
Silver is the twinkle in the eye
Of the love of your life.
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Random Original Stories and Stuff
AdventureIgnore this. I'm just posting stuff I have in folders that I wrote up a while ago for a creative writing class. Poetry or stories of never to be completed fics. So please don't read or request I continue something. Just ignore this entirely please...
