• pranat03 68w

    the wind caresses her
    hair with an utmost
    delicacy like an
    artist's brushstrokes,
    the sun snogs skin
    sedentarily like a
    vocalist who forgets
    to breathe, and, the
    sky wants to write
    about her all over
    its canvas, but
    all it can do is
    look at her
    smiling at
    the sea.