• ashu8800 5w

    The gusting of wind cuddled her face
    Riveting moisture across , it streaked on her cheeks, her skin embraised
    gleaming her charm, the ambience stood dazed
    The eyes sneaking commends, the eye balls raunching upon the desire to be chased
    All she wanted was someone to enlighten her soul, yet her hope stayed.
    As the wind churn all her fantasies scotched to fade.
    Alas her ramble of musings adjourned.

    ©ashu8800