Disclaimer: This essay is not the ennumeration about the infatuation of a young boy but its written with the objective of the portrayal of true beauty , to show what beauty truly means...
The full moon shone mysticall, occasionally playing hide and seek with the wispy clouds.
The air carried a scent with it- a perfume of mystique, a scent of beauty undiscovered, And it also carried with it a voice- a voice that was luring, and so be it, I was lured. And I saw a sight that I swear, I will never see again in my entire lifetime.
As gaity as the swans that swam in the lake, her every step, every movement was gaitful. Her ebony dark hair fell to her hips and blew across her face with the wind. She stroked it apart with her tipped off fingers. Her lips were poised between a laughter and a smile, but it was the eyes that caught my attention. Olive green and shrouded in mystery, with well defined eyebrows, they seemed to conceal an inexplicable story behind them. Fair and fresh as the lilies in the field, seemed to instantly dominate the aura of the place with her very presence there. Slender and delicate, yet stubborn, playful, yet mature. She looked at her reflection in the stagnant waters of the lake and deformed it with her own hands and looked away shyly... Taking a few touch-me-nots from the banks of the lake, she blew them away and smiled.... her eyes twinkled as the smile became a grin and a calm pervaded on her face that I suddenly realized, was glowing.... She sighed- emenating a soft, kindling sound.....
Bewitched that I was by this moon beauty, she quitely drifted away into the woods as I was about to approach her.
Now, every full moon night is a remembrance of this "simply" beautifully moon beauty who captured my heart with nothing but her calmful and simple acts and mere presence.
The full moon shone mysticall, occasionally playing hide and seek with the wispy clouds.
The air carried a scent with it- a perfume of mystique, a scent of beauty undiscovered, And it also carried with it a voice- a voice that was luring, and so be it, I was lured. And I saw a sight that I swear, I will never see again in my entire lifetime.
As gaity as the swans that swam in the lake, her every step, every movement was gaitful. Her ebony dark hair fell to her hips and blew across her face with the wind. She stroked it apart with her tipped off fingers. Her lips were poised between a laughter and a smile, but it was the eyes that caught my attention. Olive green and shrouded in mystery, with well defined eyebrows, they seemed to conceal an inexplicable story behind them. Fair and fresh as the lilies in the field, seemed to instantly dominate the aura of the place with her very presence there. Slender and delicate, yet stubborn, playful, yet mature. She looked at her reflection in the stagnant waters of the lake and deformed it with her own hands and looked away shyly... Taking a few touch-me-nots from the banks of the lake, she blew them away and smiled.... her eyes twinkled as the smile became a grin and a calm pervaded on her face that I suddenly realized, was glowing.... She sighed- emenating a soft, kindling sound.....
Bewitched that I was by this moon beauty, she quitely drifted away into the woods as I was about to approach her.
Now, every full moon night is a remembrance of this "simply" beautifully moon beauty who captured my heart with nothing but her calmful and simple acts and mere presence.
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