tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post396180946675342804..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: A bird in hand...Walt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-16667165229285242652012-05-20T23:44:56.993-04:002012-05-20T23:44:56.993-04:00IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING...
He held her gently. Non-...IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING...<br /><br />He held her gently. Non-possessive. Unassuming. Willing to let her be as free as she needed to be; to make her feel wanted.<br /><br />His caresses were gentle, barely a touch. It was more like a sensation that gave her a sense of security without any strings. No fences could enclose her. No heart could hold her. She was a rare flower with fragile petals. She was a frightened bird who rested in his trembling hands. Barely a touch held her. No enclosure surrounded her. She was free to fly. He loved her; he had to set her free.<br /><br />And in her freedom she found security. In his hands she felt so free. He loved her so!Walt Wojtanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-29547024875827360302012-05-19T22:21:25.574-04:002012-05-19T22:21:25.574-04:00My friend,
Happiness is the value of life. Each on...My friend,<br />Happiness is the value of life. Each one of us can find something, anything to put a smile on our face. Thanks for sharing.The Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00667034322952126127noreply@blogger.com