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Seducing hearts, one story at a time, Author - Crystal R. Martin

I do apologize for this being late. I missed #MondayBlogs and that sucks. It has been a strange week. This piece is just a little something I tinkered with. I do hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

Chasing Fireflies

We were young, full of ideals. The shining. It was meant to be contained, or so we thought. The full moon above us acting as sentinel. We ran with the wolves in our sheep skins, needing to be devoured. We saw the smooth surface of the still water. Time moves forward. We too have revolted. Now instead of capturing the light, we watch the dance. We howl at the moon singing the song of the wolves. The water is no longer still, our ripples grow as we discover new paths.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Chasing Fireflies

I do apologize for this being late. I missed #MondayBlogs and that sucks. It has been a strange week. This piece is just a little something I tinkered with. I do hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

Chasing Fireflies

We were young, full of ideals. The shining. It was meant to be contained, or so we thought. The full moon above us acting as sentinel. We ran with the wolves in our sheep skins, needing to be devoured. We saw the smooth surface of the still water. Time moves forward. We too have revolted. Now instead of capturing the light, we watch the dance. We howl at the moon singing the song of the wolves. The water is no longer still, our ripples grow as we discover new paths.

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