• colours of a goddess •

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A sleepless night soon turned into a morning watching the early sunrise, though the display wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as she was.

She watched in awe as the colours flowed so freely, stretching afar through the vast blue plains of the sun kissed sky. The wind hushed through her messy hair, making her look like a goddess; with the sun's glow behind her, forming a golden outline around her body, accentuating her features.

She looked at peace as she cherished the moment - the moment where she seemed to have completely discarded all her troubles and all those whose names were tangled amidst the mess. In the few years I'd known her for, never had I ever seen someone so goddamn beautiful. She didn't even need to try.

She never did...

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