A boy who roves around at midnight, observes a beauteous girl dressed in red, stepping in the woods for the music that prevails in her lonely heart. Curiosity drags the boy toward the mysterious girl, and he tries to figure out who she actually is.
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It was a blue moon night, haze clouded the woods, night was silent as everyone was sleeping like dead, still a soft tune was audible when I gave ears to the complete silence. It was beautiful rhythm of silence, heeding which, I moved ahead to open up mysteries of calm cunning night. There is nothing honest about nights that seems to be deceptively quiet. Screams of the torn off innocents are never hearable to the people sleeping at home in quietude. Basically I am not a night person who roves around at midnight, I set this night walk which wasn't in my usual routine because I was disturbed by life of lies, containing cruel deeds even in bright morn. Walking little forward, while silence was whispering in my ears, between the woods, in that midnight of smiling moonlight, I found a gem like girl.
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She was dressed in red, and darkness of night was killed by her presence. In other words, night was truly coloured by her. There she was dancing for empty music, might be music was prevailing in her lonely heart that concealed art. Big eyed owls were avidly gaping at her steps, being speechless, and fireflies around her added more to that pleasing sight. I couldn't resist my legs from moving towards her. My each footstep, which took me near her, expounded more about her magical look. Her hairs were more crisp than the flowers that wild plants bear. Her sparkling blue eyes were more captivating than night stars hanging on sky above me. I noticed that no rings locked her fingers, and her neck wasn't committed to love.
Her dance,
it was of dreams that nightmares snatched away from her,
it was of love for which she was craving,
it was of joy which existed only in imaginary fictions,
it was of freedom that only loneliness gifted her.
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