THEY TOLD ME NOT TO FLY TOWARDS HER FOR SHE MADE ALL CHASERS INTO BEGGING FOOLS. SHE WAS TOO POWERFUL. BUT I DIDN'T LISTEN FOR HER BEAMING, IVORY SKIN WAS SO EXQUISITE AND BRILLIANT TO NOT TOUCH.
THEY TOLD ME TO GIVE UP ON REACHING THE IMPOSSIBLE, BUT I CREATED FLOWER PATTERNED WINGS INSTEAD.
EVERY EVENING WHEN SHE BLOSSOMS ABOVE THE GREEN TREES WITH A THOUSAND STARS, THE WATER LILLIES CLOSE THEIR PETALS IN SHAME BEFORE HER SACCHARINE FRAGRANCE AND GRACEFUL PRESENCE .
SO I FLEW.
I JUMPED FROM THE NEAREST CLIFF AND FLEW, FLAPPING MY FLOWER COLORED PATTERN SHEETS TO THE EBONY SKY TO TOUCH HER ELEGANT, EMBRACING LIGHT.
INSTANTLY, HER RADIATING GLOW TOOK ME TO A PARADISE CALLED SHANGRI-LA (桃源境): THE LAND OF BEAUTIFUL SATURATED COLORS, FRESH FRUITS THAT CONTAIN THE LIVING WATER, AND PASSIONATE NIGHTS OF LOVE THAT LASTS FOREVER.
I WAS HOME.
YOU ARE READING
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Poésieyou! oh, maiden, who loves mysterious goddesses in the purple skies that steal hearts and smiles. chase down that ambrosia with silky nectar champagne. you'll become one of us! you're eating like the gods tonight.
