She looked at his fingers
dancing on each string gracefully
Caressing them into a beautiful melody
Like magic dust kissing her lips
each stroke of the string kept her smile
Her
gaze met his
and
the hot air balloon floated on a midnight sky
Like
a whisper of summer fairy
his
voice was the warmth of her ears
It
didn’t need all the wonder of the song
but
she is happy
She
is.
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