Sakura Hill
Every spring, theVillage is filled with waves of of soft pink and white scented petals accompanied with the blossomed pastel pink and rose blush flowers. The scene was gorgeous when the winds and breeze allowed the pieces of pinks to imitate the slow sinking dance before it would reach something, as if it were hovering together in a sea of calm waters. The grass that grew with it would always come in shades of emerald, of turquoise jade, of lime, or of raw lemon. It would sway side to side as if it knew the petals were there, gently settling on them, and the petals, too, would drop sideways, then stop, and fall as if it where singing and dancing with the tempo of the ground. The scene truly was gorgeous; I was impeccable. Every breeze that past always swept the grass in one motion. Every breeze that past seemed to hold the fragile petals all at once. And every time it passed, the world would seem to stop at the mercy of the lone scenery of emerald and ruby. It would only last a second, yet it was so powerful. There was nothing more beautiful than this; nothing more impeccable.
- Published October 18, 2019, 15:44
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