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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Today is a blue moon night, clouded by haze. It is silent as everyone is sleeping like dead, still a soft tune is audible if I give ears to the complete silence. It is the beautiful rhythm of stillness, heeding which, I move ahead in the woods to open up mysteries of the calm night. There is nothing honest about this time of the night that seems to be deceptively quiet. Screams of the torn off innocents are never audible to the people sleeping at their houses in quietude. Actually, I am not a night person who roves around at midnight, I set this night walk which isn't in my usual routine because I am disturbed by the life of lies or I should say the vagueness of the daytime. While walking under the smiling moonlight, I surprisingly see a gemlike girl in between the woods.
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She is dressed in red, and darkness of night is killed by her presence. In other words, night is coloured by her vibrance. There she is dancing for no music, maybe music is prevailing in her heart that conceals art. Big-eyed owls are avidly gaping at her steps, being speechless, and fireflies around her adds more to that pleasing sight. I can't resist my legs from moving towards her. My each footstep, which takes me near her, expounds more about her magical look. Her hair is smoother than the flowers that wild plants bear. Her sparkling eyes are more captivating than night stars hanging on the sky above me. I notice that no rings lock her fingers, and her neck isn't committed to love.
Her dance,
it is of dreams that nightmares snatched away from her,
it is of love for which she is craving,
it is of joy which exists in imaginary fictions,
it is of freedom that loneliness gifted her.
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