The beautiful nite

Breeze swept across the face, as the light wind fluttered the smooth and shiny hair. It dispersed like fine linen before settling down and veiled the face once again. The enjoyable and cooling air freshen up the mood as the leaves rustled on the trees to welcome the nite.

Taking out the last piece of tissue, a hand slide gently into the luscious hair and lifted it up. Ever so softly, the tissue swipe the smooth curvature of every fold and ridge. Eyes were looking innocently, confused and bewildered, trying to conceive the situation. Yet it showed deep into the windows of the sincere heart, a sense of trust and acceptance. The unuttered serenity of the nite has in fact told a story.

If only time could stop... ...