He kisses her hair, tasting her scent.
Of spring; of tea leaves and baths.
Of blooming roses, and of ripe berries.
Sweet, innocent and lasting.
The wind chime tinkled from behind.
She laughs, feeling his touch.
The subtle, almost unfelt graze of his lips.
Against her locks.
Against every strand.
Her shoes kicked off, allowing the wind
To caress her naked feet.
The warmth of the boy behind her,
Enveloping, embracing,
Guarding, Protecting.
The warmth of her White Dragon.
Her Haku.
And Love was there, together
With the wind, and the tinkle of Spring
So that they forget his curse
And their inescapable destiny.
But for now,
Let them be.
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Written for an anime... for a masterpiece.
1 comments:
Haku, reminds me of Haku frm naruto.
mng
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