Monday, February 3, 2014

one night tale

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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