She wasn't the only pretty girl I had ever seen. And no doubt she was too pretty than others. Her dark eyes loaded with purple shades drowning into greens. While small nose with big tip ends around her big cheeks creating dimple when she smiles. All around her, red glossy perfect lips she wore on face turning down. Her dense hair were curly a bit, pleated down in a pony tail binded by round pearls in an elastic. The peacocks feather shaped earrings curated with metal painted bronze and beneath it connected eight pearls, smaller than that of hair ribbon she tied. The earring hanging down her ears gleamed her beauty letting the taste of moonlight fail. The curls escaping from her forehead, hiding imperfections of her face. Down her face over neck she wore a garland of black beads woven down in thread to which a pink butterfly is attached symbolises her beauty.
Like all girls pink seems her favorite too. The top she wears was alluring and around the arms of which pearls are stitched. The perfect top for that beautiful face. The more she smiles, the more her face turns pinkish, diluting the shades of her face on her top. Down the waist she wore denim shorts and her fair feets where nails were painted red.
Yeah, no doubt she is beautiful and another example of serenity.
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I fly like a leaf In the dusk of barren autumn Detached and unmatched From the greens of valleys And at the hilltop I was falling down Where the air sings me a song And my clashings with words Claps in a way Like strings of guitar strummed Or the air finding it's way out of flute Illuminating out melodious tone And with every beat of drum Dead Heart rejoiced. I was still flying above the ground And Waving my tail, To thrust myself up and To keep myself in illusion That ground is far below And I am on seventh sky Waving through rainbow Hiding in silhouette of clouds. Suddenly, The breeze left me, Alone, above and high. The gravity started kissing the dead me And with its affection I was soon on ground I was weeping in pain While the layers of soil covered my wounds And I was buried and killed by gravity Looking through new palace of earth I wasn't the only whore of gravity There were thousands like me Buried deep and dead With desires to escape ...