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Rain-girl

June 17, 2018
By addyledbrain BRONZE, Victoria, Columbia
addyledbrain BRONZE, Victoria, Columbia
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Favorite Quote:
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”<br /> “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.<br /> “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”<br /> “Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”<br /> “It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”


Moon-lit you come,
Dancing in the rain,
Laughing and resplendent.
You are:
The carefree naiad,
The girlish Fae,
The silvery, diaphanous moon-ray.
Rain gleams in your hair
And you delight me
With some lore of long ago.
Droplets flow down your face-
A benediction of sorts-
And drip slowly, whimsically
Tracing rivulets down your neck.
Your smile shines
In my darkest dreams
To remind me
What I fight for:
Your sweet embrace of innocence
And pure, golden heart.
Now I suddenly see
That all the light that I ever needed
Was always there in you.
 
 



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