Silvermoon34

Violet and Dusty Hearts I. The dusty planes line these words but it’s marked                           With little finger prints that                                                                         Loop out words that only the writer would be able to understand. The painted flowers have begun to wilt as                                                   I blow the clouds into the air, where they dance, seen only in the Sunlight.  You’re blind to me but I don’t mind.                                      (Not much.)