Contrast

moonlit

 

Restless and unrelenting the waves crashed with frenzied regularity on to her feet.  With the moonlight caressing her gently, she stood there. Unaccompanied. Unabashed. A visage with a bareness, a porcelain complexion that was in complete contrast with the majesty and mood that spread across to the horizon in front of her. 

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The Hem of Heaven

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What do you see, she asked him as they sat holding hands at dusk.

I see the endless seas he said, I see it embracing me in its arms, making me to be a part of its deep blue aura. It feels like I belong with it. The depth entice me like a mistress.

What do you see, He said still lost in the aqua hue.

I see the orange sky. My imagination flies freely here. There are no boundaries in the sky. I can be anything I want up there. I see clouds. I see castles that are floating at the brim of eternity. I could be the queen in of of them, or just a tiny bird, flapping it wings with all its might to stay afloat. My heart rides the wind.

You see that line separating the blue and orange, he said while pointing at the horizon. That is the hem of heaven, that stiches my world to yours, and yours to mine. That’s where we shall live.

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