Misting Eloquence (Katelynn)

Breathless...... She starves me for words making it hard to describe such picturesc beauty with a face that stops my pen. But I stumble on grasping at words being spawned by her presence, in my mind I see her standing by a secluded pond with cliffs on the far side, six slender waterfalls raining down spraying off protruding rocks causing a mist to dampen her lushes curly redish golden hair, and here I sit within the edge of the woods staggered by the appearance of a wood nymph.