"Anyone who keps the ability to see beauty never grows old."
© 2014 by Mpule Clarke/cheeky_gurl
Epilogue
“Her name was dawn.
And like the morning she promised new beginnings and hope.
She was bright, pure and blindingly beautiful as the sunrise itself. She sang like the birds did, even if she had a few rainclouds, she didn't let it get the best of her, she carried on with the promises she brought.
Everyday has its end when the light slowly fades leaving nothing but darkness.
Who am I? I'm not important.
Dawn is.
This was her story.
This was her fall.
Her sunset.” I choked on the last word, images of her—of us—fresh in my mind. I took a deep breath in willing myself not to cry in front of these people and focused on her one last time. The moment I knew I loved her. That night in the lake.
STAI LEGGENDO
Dawn
Storie d'amore" S h e w a s l i k e t h e s u n r i s e . " -- being edited rn, almost done.
