Sharing the Footprints

Sharing the Footprints

Cuddling her solitude, as she walked down the boulevard garnished with yellowish orange leaves and milky white flowers, flourished trees bowed from each side of the walkway and stretched their souls out to kiss at the top in the middle, right above her head.

While streaks of sunshine made their way through the dense leaves forming a golden work of art in the green backdrop, she sneaked the bars of sunshine with flickering eyelids.

Her feet quietly crushed the freshly dropped flower. Still drizzly owing to the morning dew, the flower happily surrendered under her feet for the striking beauty that she was, on the whole and at the soul.

But, she still missed something. Him. The softest of the leaves and the blossomed flowers could not tickle her feet enough as her mind wandered down the memory lanes… Continue reading “Sharing the Footprints”

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