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1. Their eyes are of new leaves in sunlight. Chestnut woven into silky braids, which swung elegantly with each blithe step, each tilted head, each breezes caressing the child of forest. Anything possessed an unmistakable aura, and theirs was a glow, ethereal yet comforting, all-embracing, all-encompassing.
I have to see them again, Captain. Ever since the descent of the Night, they became my only guide. My solace. My salvation. The darkness of the Night couldn't stop that light. Never absent in dreamful journeys, it was watching. Waiting. Whispering.
I long the day we met again. I will tear that light asunder.
2. Before nagging me with your stupid questions, how about sweeping the mud- Already done? Then the wood- that done too? Fire, have you-
Tch. No, you hear wrong, I didn't say that.
Now kiddo, I don't remember teaching you lying.
Brat, I was going to let you off today, but your attitude changed my mind. Next fertilizer spreading, all yours. Let's see how long you can go on giggling. I won't help you this time. Hey hey hey don't drag that manure sack with that stupid pose. It'll get all over your body. Wait till I done with this stupid stable and I'll carry them. No, I just don't want your eyesore of- Don't run, the land is still wet, you'll trip- Kids these days.
Gosh, is it going to show him another wreath-
I have to have a word with him soon. We already have enough flowers in our house thanks to him, and now the brat wants to lay claim on the map? Like father like child.
...not like much survived the storm though.
What, I'm not murmuring anything. What else do you want?
A flower wreath? I don't have time for this, the stable-
(Plum?)
So the star have finally decided to show up. Why are you all wet and dirty, where did you go? Have you found the cow? Wait, you tortured the poor creature with your flower braids again? If you had so much time-
For me? That plum tree isn't messed up? (But the storm-) The cow discovered it? (But it was so deep in the woods, no one ever saw it twice) Remind you of me?
So what? Shoo and leave my work alone. Go dilly dallying with your flowers or something. Both of you.
3.
If you were a poem, I would have written you on the first page of my journal, laced with a rosy fragance.
If you were a star, I would be a planet in your system, your gravity kept me spinning.
If you were an emotion, I would feel you as gratitude for life, appreciation to all that is beautiful, and hope for a brighter future.
If you were me, I would have loved myself.