We met under a blooming peach tree,
whose tender pinkish petals were slowly falling over us and covering the ground. You suddenly bumped into me strolling at the park, and I saw your beautiful warm eyes colour of chocolate, but then the golden sunlight fell over your face, and your eyes turned into amber as if they were precious gems. Your long hair seemed to be bright dancing flames embracing your body. You wore a bright yellow dress and beige sandals, and I thought you were the sun. Your tanned skin was glowing, and your cheeks were going red. The golden of your skin was mixed with the reddish of cheeks and turned into sweet peach colour. You said something to me; it might be an apology. I can’t remember because all my world focused on your lovely bright smile, and I just misheard everything you had said.
“Excuse me, what have you said?” asked I.
“Oh, I said sorry. I was looking at the trees and not the road. Sorry again”.
Your voice sounded like a lovely melody of bells, high and haunting. And I understood that I would be forever bewitched by you. I realised that I had remained silent for too long and coughed.
“It’s my fault too. I should have looked at the road. I – I – the tree drew my attention. Blooming trees are amazing, aren’t they?”
“I can fully agree with you. Spring is my favourite season because of it. I do love walking in blossoming gardens,” you gave me a dazzling sunny smile, and I felt how an awkward but happy smile was spreading across my lips. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to go. Goodbye”, said you, and went away.
I was standing and looking at your back when you suddenly turned and waved your hand. I waved you back, and you disappeared into the woods. Smiling, I went home. The golden light was pouring into the park and slowly reddening.
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