He felt his skin tingle as the morning wind brushed against it.
The bleak rays of the sun escaping through his window.
He opened his eyes, finally waking up from his barren quotidian dream.
Sliding his fingers through his raked morning hair,
He forced himself out of bed.
Making his way towards the corridor,
"Will today be any different?", he thought.
His brown orbs scanning the view present before him.
The dominant yet warmest hues bringing passion to the soul,
As the golden rays escape the cotton candy clouds.
He remained mesmerized by the beautiful strange things,
When suddenly his eyes landed on something.
Or maybe someone?
There she was,
With a snowdrop pursed around her tender palms.
Her smile, powerful enough to allure.
Her brown hair bringing warmth,
Simply acting as a frame for the smile that she wore.
The chilly morning breeze caressing her long hair,
As she danced swiftly.
Not minding her surroundings,
She was in her own beautiful world.
His eyes observing the tiniest of her actions.
Her fragile figure captured within his softened orbs,
As he completely shut the world around himself.
Her every move making his heart throb.
And without realising, he was already smiling.
The weird feeling of butterflies building up,
Reminding him that he is still a human.
Someone who is able feel his emotions,
And one of them being love.
"Is this love?", he thought.
~A.M
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Ethereal
Poetry'Words', a weapon powerful enough to break a fragile heart or destroy an immense kingdom. But what if it can be use to heal? What if its a way of escape? I am akshithaa and welcome to the world of Ethereal
