It's in the middle of fall.
Connor and Christina met at a lake not far from their houses. They live in a calm, peaceful place, away from the city. In that lake, they just relaxed themselves, ran away from the reality. Connor sketched something on his drawing block.
"What are you drawing?" Christina asked.
"A beautiful scenery in front of us.
The serene lake prettify the earth,
The hills stand still, fills the background,
The wind blows softly, like silk touches your arms." Connor answered.
"Magical. You never lose with those words, my friend." said Christina.
Connor replied again, "There's nothing more I could ask, besides sitting here in this wonderful place, with you."
And Christina put a smile on her face. As Connor continued with his drawing, she dedicated a song to him. She always brings her guitar, her old, acoustic guitar, anywhere she goes. With that guitar, she sang this song;
I see trees of green, red roses, too,
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
...
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
"Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World"
And so, they spent the rest of the day there, drawing, singing, surrounded by the fresh air and the nature.
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Connor and Christina (short story/poetry)
Short StoryThis is my result when I combine short story and poetry in one work. The collection involves more or less the same story on every scene, it's just the setting, the environment, the lyrics included, and the poem included are different according to th...
