Apricity: Never Apart

the winter has begun

"The charming Prince leans in despair after seeing his love dead on the rock bed he presses his lips to snow white's locking in first love's kiss, and snow white rose with life again, and they lived happily ever after." I read each word trying my best to maintain the tone of the story,

" Grandma!" I look down at the floor to meet the bright gaze of the little girl I smile and say "Yes, honey?" " Have you ever been in love?" She asked, her beautiful big smile,  "who hasn't?" I say, curiosity sparked up in her bright blue eyes. "So you have been in love! Was it Grandpa? Who was it? How is it being in love, Grandma?" She spoke with nothing but sweetness and curiosity,

I smiled at her adoring her hair "It's an old tale dear." I said, Slowly getting up from the chair the little girl held my wrinkled hand with her soft cold palms I looked at her blue oceans and gave out a soft chuckle " A brat you are!
I'll tell you a story,
as old as time,
something on the lines,
and as true as me."
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"A long long ago"
"how long, grandma?"
"Very long ago."
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Dazzling nights in the boska village, where beauty shines so bright,

In a place where magic resides, under the starry light. With laughter in the air, and joy within the hearts,

Every memory made here, is a masterpiece of art.

where the fireflies dance, oh, look at her! she's Lunabelle, sparkling with elegance and trance.

her beauty is as bright as the moon.
Her features are delicate, her hair like a waterfall of black silk.
Her eyes sparkled like sapphires,
her voice melodious as a bird’s song.
Her charm gentle and captivating, leaving all charmed by her presence.

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"Quiet of an introduction she got, grandma." Manya says dozing off on my lap "why did you stop?" She asks "I thought you were sleepy, my child." I answer, caressing her silky blonde hair "I'm fine and extremely curious about what's gonna happen to Lunabelle."
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She was just a girl from the village, a little bit different from the rest.
Her thoughts, opinions, were unique, not like other folks,
But her way of seeing things, made her stand out from the rest,
like a bright star in the sky,

she's Lunabelle shining brightly on the night, Her dreams, her passions, they shone like a guiding light,

setting her on her own path,
And her spirit, it couldn't be held back, burning brightly, and full of might.

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"She was very brave?"
"Yes, darling... Very brave and courageous she was."
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In Boksa, Lunabelle's floral shop was a sight to see.
She loved plants, each stem, and leaf, with a passion like an artist.
The villagers doted on her, like a precious gem,
For they knew that Lunabelle's soul was as sweet as a winter's dream.

"Belle?" A sweet feminine voice calls for her Yes, How may I help you?" She says brightly smiling at the customer  "I just wanted to buy a bouquet of tulips."

"May I know what it is for Miss Posy?" She asks carefully tying each tulipa into a single bouquet. " It's an anniversary." The woman answered with enthusiasm, her eyes lightened up as the woman spoke "My husband loves tulips."

"Well, do you know about the great legend of Tulipa?"Miss Posy frowned at Belle's question. Belle smiled and spoke "Once upon a time,  a young man named Farhad fell in love with a gorgeous woman, shrin. A Prussian princess... As the king could never let his beautiful daughter marry an unworthy commoner, he challenged the young man to prove himself as worthy,  farad's love for Shrin was so strong and pure that he readily took the challenge, as the king learns that Farhad is close to accomplishing his challenge, he thought of another trick to check the young man...

The king sent word to the young man, his heart filled with sorrow.
The princess had died from a sudden illness, leaving him torn asunder.
Overcome with grief, Farhad flung himself from the mountaintop,
His blood staining each rock, where they met death, a scarlet tulip bloomed.

Thus, his love became immortal, an eternal symbol of purity,
His sacrifice is a tribute to the princess he would forever hold dear... Isn't it so romantic Miss Posy? Here, your tulips."

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"Oh, gran-" Manya mumbles, she's already half asleep, I get up from the rocking chair and put a blanket over the little girl.
" Sleep well, take no stress, in the arms of quietness.
Memories tucked safely away,
return to them another day."

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