It was
closing time for the college, all the staff and students were filing out, the
portico was busy.
With a small
twist of the neck, the tuft of hair hiding the beautiful face was shifted, sending
waves of magnetic attraction to all those
around who
could notice.
There was
this graceful one with a blue and pink costume hugging her petite figure , she
carried herself with grace, aware with each
step like a precious vase pregnant with
fragrance , not to be spilled.
The high
heels of a shade of chocolate carried her sweetness across the large hall which
was belittled with her presence, more could be typed by her fan.
But these
are enough to let an artist know she is noticed, admired adored and appreciated
for her style, grace and courage.
Mother
Nature would have come down to see her creation if she knew, and so these
words......
V
