Dear Viola,
You remind me of a cool breeze, a golden sun ray that brightens everything it touches, a shoebox containing precious old pictures.
You make me think of a tall willow, swaying with the wind and touching the sky.
You're like Elsa, the snow queen: lonely and isolated,
yet wild and light-hearted like Anna at other times.
Your hair is like a waterfall of sunlight.
You eyes are like pools of crystal ice.
Your voice is like a beautiful sonnet.
You are a fluffy white cloud: when you're sad, it rains on everyone near it.
When you're angry, you're a booming thunderstorm that casts lightning bolts.
When I see you, all I feel like doing is hugging you, never letting you go, and telling you over and over: You. Are. Beautiful.
I know that you are hurt and broken. I know that you feel like your cloud is dissolving.
But please don't give up because I will always be here for you, forever and always.
Yours until the end of time,
Emerson
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Sprinkles
Poetry«rainbow sprinkles. they are what make the word go 'round. literally. i'm well aware. a world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness» ~L.M. Augustine a little collection of thoughts, poems, and quotes. © phoebe h. 2014 [co...
