She was magic.

in #poetry6 years ago

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She walked on the terrace, under the shining moon with her gleaming eyes. Her hair was undone which slowly matched the rhythm of the breeze. A perfect sight to behold. She was carefree, not getting affected by things other than moon, stars and the vibe that had been created. She was a goddess to be worshipped, a piano ballad to be crooned and a beauty to behold. She was magic.