Chapter THREE

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Peter approaches: "What is your name? How did you come here? Come, I will drop you home."

"No, there is no need, thank you for your help, Sir, my name is Perla", she smiles. "I come here often, it is my favorite place. I do not know how I fell inside the well. Please do tell anyone of this place."

Peter:''Alright, you are hurt. I will drop you home."

Perla: 'No, I will like to sit here for some more. What is your name, Sir?"

Peter"I am Peter Walter. I had bought a land nearby, this morning, I am completely unknown of this place. Why do you come here?

Perla: "For some peace, are you okay Mr. Walter?"

Peter:''Yes, I am okay. Why?"

Perla: 'No, you look disturbed. Come sit on the grass, you will feel better."

Peter:''Thank you Perla, I feel better standing."

I cannot tell if you are a human being or not,

What I can tell is you are so beautiful, that I feel bewitched

,Your big shimmery eyes showing dreams, showing my reflection and instantly looking down trying to avoid eye contact,

Your smile heals my miseries from the past lives while your adorable left crooked tooth spontaneously makes me smile,

Those little flowers on your lace chiffon dress look bland in front of your glowing face under the white moon and yellow stars,

Your long wavy hair swaying by a light breeze, untangled asking me to play with them,

Bruises on your naked feet alluding me to give them a kiss,

Your breath and voice making a musical harmony,

I just want to do one thing, embrace your soul,

"It really looks like God was drunk when he made you",

I am hallowed, by your enchanted being.

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