To him she seemed so beautiful, so different to others, that he could not understand why no one was as unsettled by her sauntering steps on granite stones, why no one else's heart skipped a beat when she spoke those thousand words on a dim evening, why everyone did not go mad on flickering of her hands while they rowed on their boat, why everyone did not go raving on her braid that sparkled under low clouds and droplets of rain, why everyone was not stirred by those deep meaningful traces that her eyes left in his eyes.
Beauty surrounds us, you need to have an eye.
Beauty surrounds us, you need to have an eye.
No comments:
Post a Comment