She walked below the moon, with her long hair flowing over her graceful shoulders. Her deep eyes shining in the moonlight like deep wells of knowledge. Her lips parting each time she sung softly to the wind. Her hands flowed with the rhythm of the wind; a single ring upon her finger illuminated the moon. I was stunned upon her beauty. If told to someone, they would call her goddess, some may even subside it as a dream. But no, it was not a dream and I called her “Untamed Beauty”.
I sat in the ground looking at her with mixed emotions. She stunned me with her beauty, she made me anxious about her identity, she scared me with the agony in her eyes, she made me fall in love with her, and she made me hate her for being in despair.
Tears rolled down her eyes like the morning dew rolling over the flowers. Her face growing pale with each rolling tear. She cried to the wind and the wind became calm, like sensing her despair, and I just sat there for hours looking at her with questions in my mind. The long silence made me drift into a dream world along with her, waking with birds chirping and only to find her gone.
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