The night.

Night had fallen. Laying on the grass with flowers in her hair which was imperfectly braided by him. The night stood still as ever. A few birds now and then chirruping, could be heard. The scent of the daisy’s overpowered, amidst the other flowers. As the breeze blew softly and strands of her hair came…

Perfect Imperfections

On a moonlit night he strolled for some fresh air,When his eyes fell on her and he couldnt help but stare,Dressed in white she reflected the silvery blaze,He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze.What does your favourite color taste like?He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike.But silent she…