Sunlit

June 8, 2012
By Mantequilla SILVER, Eagan, Minnesota
Mantequilla SILVER, Eagan, Minnesota
8 articles 0 photos 79 comments

On top
Of a hill
I stood
Alone
As the sun
Rose.
And for
Just a moment
The breaking
Dawn
Washed
Over
Me
Soaking me
In the Breath
Of a
Brand
New
Day.
And just
For a moment,
I stood,
Bathed
In orange light,
Completely exposed.
My entire
Being
Spread out,
Floating around
In my
Shadow.
I stood,
Alone and
Alive for a
Moment,
For just one
Moment,
Transluscent.
Sunlit.


The author's comments:
This was just another one of those split second inspiration moments. Boom. Type. Enjoy.

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on Jul. 27 2013 at 12:23 pm
TheSkyOwesMeRain GOLD, Irvine, California
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Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments which take your breath away.

You are only as strong as your weakest link.

Wow, fantastic imagery! 

on Sep. 12 2012 at 5:15 pm
HiddenAngelInTheDark PLATINUM, Brooklyn, New York
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Theres so many that I can't pick sorry

Uhhh.....amazing! Enough said

on Sep. 8 2012 at 9:21 pm
Mantequilla SILVER, Eagan, Minnesota
8 articles 0 photos 79 comments
I... don't know! :P It kinda just comes to me in flashes. Sometimes I can just spew writing (that's quite good, IMHO) and then other days, it's slow as a bog and what does come is horrible! So, I'm not really sure. But I'm glad you like it. ;)

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on Sep. 8 2012 at 5:31 am
.king. SILVER, Yeux Bien Tres Bien, Other
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Excellent!! How do you write like that ?! I am very inspired! ^ ^ 5/5

on Jul. 16 2012 at 12:48 pm
Mantequilla SILVER, Eagan, Minnesota
8 articles 0 photos 79 comments
Hey, thanks!

on Jul. 15 2012 at 1:56 pm
Swimmerguy SILVER, N/A, Iowa
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Loving someone doesnt need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone, its not called "love"... Its called "like".

nice, very descriptive


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