Willow is a beautiful Tree,
When it bath into the golden shade of sun, their beauty doubles almost looks like the being came out from fantasy book.
Now Imagine having a vintage old cafe under the willow. Almost made out of oak wood and outdoor decorated by several beautifully carved furniture. The The Fragrance of old wood and raw coffee blend into the natural smell of willow.
This all surrounded by colorful apartments adorned by colorful flower bushes on all over their balconies.
Scene that beautiful in front of my eyes,
what else could catch my sight....
Its the Flower,
Withering among this shimmering beauty.
My gaze wont move as I poetically look at her.
The hair are long dense and messy spread like petals all over her head.
The little White Face coming out of those petals like a little Dandelion.
Her neck is long and skinny like the thin stem of a the Flower.
The hands of her skinny and long with no nail paint or Jewellery just like the thin and sharp sepals.
What makes me curious the most is her ashenly glowing face. The circles around her narrow sharp eyes are darker then her eyes itself, Yet her smile is as new as a newborn.
As I stand on my loosing my ground I wonder,
How come someone that beautiful can also be that lifeless.
Its just a matter of time that our eyes met. While I stunned to move she quickly walk towards me.
Close... Closer... So Closer...
My eyes widened and mouth ran out of words.
Her face leans over to my right ear. We are just an inch close to each other.
She whispers in a bit deep yet gentle voice.
"Sir, You shouldn't stare a lady like that"
As I listen those words, I died standing
of embarrassment.