Udas; Udasi. (oo-the-see)
1. Sad(Udas) or sadness(Udasi)
2. Journey of holy sorts. A journey to enlightenment (Udasi)
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Me: A poetic indie-canadian female farmer who just so happens to be a great fashion expert and literary critic. And I own a goat named Billy.
She smiles as her hair catches the wind. Her hair tucked behind her right ear and loose on the left. Her hair brushes the top of her chest thats as cream as a rose petal. She’s framed by a flower bush spilling from a tall white wall of someone’s house. The pink and wine flowers rustle at command of her rusty laugh.
“What are you looking at?” She asks in her soft french accent.
“Nothing.” I say with a smile. As we all do I’m sure to the ones we love. Which just makes me want to tell her even more.
“Well I was just entranced by your chiming smile.” I say as I squint into the sun of the summer.
She turns and looks at me keenly as we stop in our tracks by the water. The embroidered flowers on her white dress seem to come alive and caress her skin. She laughs and her teeth shine in the sun. Her hand lands on my shoulder and a relieved laugh escapes my lips. She slides her arm down mine and around my waist. Her soft lips land on my cheek as her arm pulls me further down the road.
Just as her arm slid around my waist we slid into this parallel. Her arm pulling me and her voice trailing on some words beguile me. Such ease in the way she talks and walks that it makes me slide right into her arms.
Just as my thoughts trail back into reality she turns to me and kisses my red lips. When she pulls away the rouge from my lips lines hers. A faint ghost of our kiss.
Her eyes beam into mine as I look up from this ghost and she plans her lips more furiously on mine.
Just then I feel a pull on my arm and the anger burns holes in my chest as his eyes settle on my lips.