The majestic mountains loomed large, as if supported by the seamless ocean;
The tiny houses neatly stacked, as if a row of cards;
The clouds dispersed in an array, as if gently blown by the wind;
The sun shone radiantly, as if a veil lifted off a beautiful bride;
The slight drizzle that sprayed, as if the aftermath of a heavy downpour.
The little girl waited and looked at the skies;
Oh! It then emerged out of the mountains;
Splash of vivid colours, as if enveloping the skies;
Reflecting in the ocean, as if intermingling with the orange rays cast by the sun;
What an unabashed display of royal splendour!
Bewitched…
The little girl ran as fast as her tiny feet could carry;
Leaving imprints on the wet sand, as if asking the moment to wait;
“Fluff”, she cried out and clapped her hands, with hardly any sound;
The poodle came running to her, as if the girl was in danger;
She pranced until he got close and hugged him tight.
Fluff knew not the beauty, yet looked at the sky;
She could not see the beauty, yet looked at the sky;
Both bewitched !!
- Published in yourstoryclub on 27th May, 2014. Thanks:-)
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