It was a folk lore that the bride went away with the strange dark man from the mountains to see the sun step down and stretched infinitely till it died a pitch dark death. The bride stood, braving the wind, secretly guarding the simple happiness of being with the man with piercing eyes and rustic ways. They stood, her back rested against his arm, carefully casual, watching the landscapes in their hurried retreat. The sun set, the path was lost, the roads now newly learnt led them back to where they had begun. Now that it was time to say good night, he looked as indifferent as he could and she overtly happy to find other company.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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...just like the one she had found when she decided to be the bride?
@ Crimson Feet-
Well observed :)
female empowerment! but i dnt thnk that the bride shud hv searched...
Surreal... planted the germ of an idea in my head... thank you.
oooooh gorgeous and brilliant how did i miss this one??
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