Lathawrites
One evening, there was a girl with dusky skin, glowing like gold melted in fire. Her features were sharp and delicate, like crystal architecture shaped by patience. Her eyes were like a deer's restless, curious, always searching. Her face held the innocence of a baby, untouched by the weight of the world.
Her long, dark black hair flowed like the night, wrapping gently around her body. Her skin was soft, like spun by a silkworm. She sat quietly on the sand of the beach, staring at the sunset an endless shade of orange that made her feel like she was the only soul alive on this planet. In her mind. she named it the Orange planet.
She was a simple girl, wearing a light yellow dress with small floral prints, sitting barefoot on the sand. She played with her fingers, drawing something unseen, unsure of what it was yet she felt happy, deeply happy.
A mild breeze kissed her cheeks, though she was alone, her heart was full of peace.
Her eyes shone like sunshine, quietly waiting for a surprise called happiness. She carried a natural fragrance and nearby the garden bloomed with jasmine together creating a scent that felt unforgettable.
Suddenly , she asked herself a question : WHAT IS HAPPINESS?
The question startled her. It didn't come with an answer. It simply stayed there, waiting. Even the author paused.... unsure whether happiness was meant to be found or only felt