Her face narrated rapture.
Her face shined of serenity.
Her lips seemed caressed by the cool soothing breeze.
As if the breeze was purposely flowing so low.
Just to be touched by those red cherry lips.
Enchanting reddish incandescent lips.
Soft comforting blood coloured lips.
As her feet touched the barren soil.
Flowers bloomed in joy and the air was perfumed.
On her next step.
Butterflies flew to her welcome.
Birds seemed murmuring a holy song.
They were in a choir. A nature's chorale.
Trees seems to be bowing to her Highness.
Rivers replicated the euphoria given off by a soft flute.
Animals bowed in respect to her.
Such was the grace of an enrapturing cherub.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoesíaA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
