Whims & wonderings

“The girl with fair glistening skin almost as though made of marble, deep-sparkling brown eyes, contrasting her white robes danced on the white sands under the moonlight, as the moon kissed the ocean surface leaving behind a shaky reflection on the dark waters leading to where her feet moved, almost like a path to heaven. Her expression was that of peaceful submission, which screamed that hers was a
untouched naïve soul. She was wrapped in a white silk lace flowing, her long arms waving in tandem with the swaying branches. Her thin waif-like fingers caressed the air as though it was her child. Her dress was shaped almost like a swan-like feathers due to her swift-motion against the wind. She moved effortlessly with the elegance of a swan but still had an air of a rustic soul. As though in sync with nature, the picture looked complete. The waves swept across the shore leaving her tiny feet wet almost gleaming under the beaming moon. The sound of those nocturnal creatures from the woods nearby rang in symphony, filling the air with musical tunes. Faraway a deserted lighthouse was the only witness to this almost angelic delight. The warmth she emanated almost shone like a lone star in the night-sky”

an excrept from the whimsical me.....