Snowflakes. Fading upon blushed flesh, its rivulets a frame sketched for the captive soul. Gaze glimmering, hope dissolving, an echo to the void of twilight’s end. She longs to be released. A breath divine. An oasis to a threadbare wish sculpts bittersweetness into frosted air. Embraced by light, she follows the seraph’s call…and is freed.

via Dawning. — Musings of PuppyDoc