Scent of Wildflowers

Stillness resonant between a dark sky looming over a red and scorched terrain there is peace if only for a moment where the mists of possibility carry the scent of wildflowers through your hair forever bound to our devotion now trembling with anticipation in the face of eternity where fainted hearts lie broken and hardened as a macabre decoration warning of the hazards of failure should we brave our first steps into the unknown peril where the only constant left to us is all we may ever know of each other.

Another write by Pegasus Unicorn.