At her beauty
The moonlight glistened over the hills litting up the sky, and I was waiting for the heydays, strolling past the somber alleys outskirts our city.
Dressed up my ripped jeans and worn-out t-shirt, shedding my tiny tears in that little den-like room.
I dodged a big puddle, wandering to the dark background.
Barely I got to the marshy corner, the beauty showed up, staring at me with praying eyes, her violet attire, luxury silver necklace and her carefree spirit, took my attention like a rich bystander in the opera theater.
Her wittiness enlightened me, tenderness, kindness and softness flooded my thorny and pierced heart with calm and happiness.
For a while I felt hovery over the clouds. Whorthardly I slipped my right hand to her cheeks and kissed softly her pink lips, we smirked together and held on tighter together and among mumbles we rage on passion.
A cold frenzy wobble shook my back up and grabbing my hand, whispered in my ear -“Our life is too short and fleeting”-
At that moment I kept speechless and suddenly (where the laughing govern and dancing delight the souls) the sunset keeped forever and the gardens hanged on still green;we melted in a deeply shiny dream dabbling into the stars and our thoughts drifted away.
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