Its dusk time, I am sitting on a rock by the sea little away from the beach. I watch her silhouette against the painted crimson sky. I can see each and every strand of her hair, singing merrily with the breeze. The eyes are watching the eternity beyond the horizon attempting to create the same within.
God, she is beautiful – from within and without.
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