Dusk has fallen, and the realm of the night has begun.
The stars twinkle brightly, polishing themselves until they shine like silver in the Dark midnight skies.The moon, so pale and bright, full of grace and beauty. What wonders will it unravel on this night. The sky so dark, like a ravens eye dotted by stars and the pale moonlight. The evening wind blows through the trees, making them dance to a tuneless melody.
And beneath the moon, two shadows shall dance a waltz that will continue in the memories and hearts of those who witness it. For it was unforgettable, and unimaginable.
The earth shall play for them the song of nature. The sky will sing for them, the song of the night. And they will dance, hand in hand, against the moonlight.
Both will be smiling, eyes twinkling, as they hold each other in a close embrace. As if they were never to be separated by time, or fate. He twirls the girl, and she leans onto him. A love that has blossomed in spring warmth, and die by winters hand. Cherish there moments with each other until then.
Until the sorrowful eve of their parting arrives, they hold each other from day to night. Laughing and smiling, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. Not a care in the world, till death knocks on his door and welcomes him into a cold embrace. And the girl shall be left alone, to wonder the earth as time tick slowly, passing by, with each and every , slow, agonizing second.
But for now, they are in the arms of there beloved, as they dance to the melody of the earth. And the song of the night. Their hearts beating slowly, matching the other's. And like this they continue to dance, a slow waltz of their love.
The sky dyes itself from black to a midnight blue, eventually turning brighter and brighter. The moon slowly descends from its high throne in the once darkened sky. And with it the magic of the night slowly fades away with the awakening of the day. Yet the shadows of the two lovers seem to not notice and continue dancing to a nonexistent symphony.
They dance until the dawn breaks.
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Under the Cherry Blossom Tree (Rewritten in Seasons of Time)
RomantizmChiharu, a cherry blossom spirit was alone, always alone. Until one faithful day when something hit her and forced her off her branch and into the arms of a handsome stranger. This stranger was the one who gave her the name 'Chiharu'. But soon enoug...
