Created:
2008-09-29 17:32:42
The young girl glanced out over the shimmering view, taking the ruby red rose from her curled platinum locks and sniffing softly at the sweet scent as she pushed against the floor and set the swing in motion again. This had been where she’d met him, the man so learned in the language of love; the sky splashed with pink and yellow was a mere mark on the high bar of beauty he had showed her.