The rippling waves in her heart, shimmering with golden sunlight, alluring. The first rays of the sun decorating the sea of her soul, like a morbid canvas being painted by hues. She's an emotion, containing heartfelt wholesomeness reflecting upon a lover's muse of dancing in the open waves or a mother's tale, promising the eternity of faith. Serene blue merged with royal purple, a soul coloured by sunrises and moonsets, she carries the uttermost flavour of forever. She's the very salvation to every ounce of exhaustion. How consoling it is to think that no matter how far we drift apart, we're connected under the same immensity of horizons. Sunsets in the heart of the sea of our memoirs, it's sweet air carrying a beautiful melancholic note of symphony with magical hues, smelling like salty yet sweet nostalgia that signifies the depth of soft whiskey memories. The blissful cadence of the waves, the ebb and tide, sings to our souls. Does it not ache, to miss her ?
