An apricot sunrise seethed through the misty moors. She wandered grasslands; pulled lady’s smock by their roots, by the heaps. Her necklet loosened; it fell, unbeknownst to her.
In the sky, Parakeets danced; they sang an ancient proverb. Thou shalt not steal from nature in abundance; for nature shalt steal from thou.
Her heart repented.
©2014.alittlebirdtweets
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This is an extremely thought-provoking piece! I love the “balance” between the two first paragraphs matches the “balance” of nature you describe in the piece. The “double theft” is definitely a great subject to touch upon and I love how you accomplished that in such a beautifully condensed way!
Thank you so much! I think I was feeling very strongly about man stealing from nature at the time of writing this piece, particularly where we unknowingly steal. I really appreciate your thoughts on this piece. Best Wishes. Have a great day 🙂