Autumn Breeze

by Irza Aiman 09:35:00 0 comments

The soft breeze was swinging her hair. The beautiful eyes stared right into mine. How could someone be so breathtaking? Her lips had this delicate shape of a half crescent moon. The redness of her cheek gave me sweet chills. The slight shiver of her body made my heart go feeble. I was surely falling for her. I was walking into a mythical world of my own. A world where she belonged to me. In this fragment of moment everything was perfect. Just me and her and the light autumn breeze.

In a heartbeat, I felt her come closer to me. Resting her head on my shoulder. For a moment my heart went quiet and then the lub-dub was shooting up high. I was mesmerized by the warmth that cascaded down my body. Even the light chirping of the sparrow sound soothing. I carefully rested my hand on her back as if even a delicate touch could break her. The mute conversation we had in this moment was priceless. I had found my happy place, and this time I really was a goner.

About author: Irza Aiman

I had only known the part of me on the surface, the bit I had carefully chosen for me to see. Underneath there is a whole vast area of my life that I had kept hidden. I am nothing but a by-product of nature unless you get to relish the tough cookie within me. The one who can trigger the emotions you have kept hidden, lurking within you, with merely playing with a few words. The world is twisted in undefined knots and me, an illegitimate person can only pen my emotions to survive.
I have power over you with my words. Words have their power over me. With a little color here and little color there I can paint a beautiful picture of words that the literature itself endorses it. After all, I am only an ergonomically free spirit with a wild heart.

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