An earthly paradise

In the bosom of nature
Surrounded by the beauty of surreal woods.
Dense and pristine.
Gurgling of the stream dancing against the rocks;
An atmosphere so tranquil like a dream come true.
And there she feels his presence beside her mundane body.
Two souls entwined with the string of love.
Her head lies on his shoulder,
Her heart dances like the crazy water splashed by her innocent feet. .
A butterfly flutters around...
Lending its share of colours to the mirth of nature.
And then the two wild hearts sing with the chirping crickets.
The passion of love burns the soul,
And then the reunion of the subtle lips. ..
Yes.. a paradise of their own.



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