Colors Of The Wind By Vanessa Williams Lyrics Novels & Stories

The canvas where still there, but it seems it's been a years, cause it's now fading. I sighed there. I tried to divert my eyes for every direction, but I can't see him properly. But when a strong wind embrace me, my heart ache. It swept my hair when I noticed my tears slipping. Like the wind carressing me where making me numb for the pain that I've been feeling.

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”

The wind catches the flames on my hands and swirls around me. Soon, all I can see is fire swirling around me. It is a beautiful sight to behold. Flames of different colors are dancing around me. Beautiful shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and blues burst from my fingers as the wind picks them up and carries them into the sky. "Now to wrangle it in," I say as I extinguish the flames from my hands.

"Love is the strangest thing in the world The wind carries away our shared sorrows The wind forgets the scars and secret wounds The winter wind whispers in the morning The golden dawn reflects in the sea The waves rise and fall, life feels lonely The cold bites the hands, but the heart is warm Embracing the traces of love, waiting for a shadow” As the song goes on, I cast a glance across at Henry, who appears not interested in the melody. He strokes her back and waist as a mysterious woman appears alongside him. My eyes become wet without my recognition, and my fingers continue to dance like frogs. “Someone calls my name from afar

Several of the top buttons were undone, and she thought there was a wisp of curly dark hair there. His dark hair was longish in the front and it fell across his sharp green eyes as he leaned down and offered a hand to help her up. “No worries, it could happen to anyone,'' he said. “I probably should have anticipated someone coming around the corner quickly, after all I think everyone could hear you coming.” The words were a bit teasing, and his smile was sharp, but nice. Lily blushed from the tips of her ears right down to her collarbone. “Well, again, I'm sorry.”

The lead band answered. ***Intro music*** I know you think that I shouldn't still love you Or tell you that But if I didn't say it, well, I'd still have felt it Where's the sense in that? (Tears start rolling from her eyes. Every word in the lyrics comes from her heart) I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder Or return to where we were But I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

Sleep took me, swift, deep, pulling me under. I opened my eyes to a field, vast and endless, the ground soft under my bare feet, petals brushing my toes—violets, daisies, a riot of color stretching far, the sky above a pale, unbroken blue. Wind whispered, cool, tugging my hair, my tank top fluttering against my skin. I turned, slow, my arms wrapping tight, my heart kicking fast. This wasn’t home—not Damien’s yard, not New Orleans, not any pack land I knew. It was strange, beautiful, empty, and fear prickled my spine, sharp and cold.

West said with a sad smile. Back then, her life was surely tough. 🎵🎵And another one bites the dust Oh, why can I not conquer love? And I might've thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And I wanted it, and I wanted it bad But there were so many red flags. 🎵🎵 West kept humming as she listened to the song as it filled the car, she rolled down the window and the cold evening air rushed into the car.

“I refuse to leave! You’ll never get rid of me.” As if to prove her wrong, a powerful gust of wind slammed the door back on its hinges. It roared into the room with the stench of rotten eggs and ash. I clung to the wolf's fur, desperate to hold on. Victoria screamed; the sound like nails on glass. The wind became a vortex, sucking everything through the open door. And as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone. Only the wolf and I remained in the now empty space. Victoria was gone, sucked into oblivion.