She was paradox

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Colors everywhere

yet she was in hiding herself in the mystic black

did she convey that she hated all colors?

No, she was not, she loved the mystery of black

only the ones who knows her what is hidden underneath the black

black welcomes all colors and soak them into itself

the beauty of black is unmatchable

the blackness of the night sky

darkness has its own beauty

beauty only know to the ones who admire everything

the world that just loves fairness, fail to admire the elegance of black

the mystery that holds in the darkness is the one that tantalizes her

she wanted to be mysterious to the world and know to only those who know her in depth

she posed to the world as someone who wants to be hidden

she was not an open book, but an enigma

she was afraid to get out of the paradox she built, to keep herself happy

the riddle in her soul was just unwinding itself when she falls in love

yet the conundrum remained unsolved like the demure black hole.

A magical voice

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At a distance, she could hear a breathtaking voice, a song which was so intense and pulling her to the voice.She stood there and kept her eyes shut, ears closed with her little finger immersed into it.

But the voice was so powerful, that her heart could hear it, even with her ears shut. There was a magical pull, a gravitational force that was making her feet turn its way to the direction of the voice.The song was her favorite and resisting it was the most difficult thing for her.

The pull was tough for her to fight with. She took courage and walked out as long as she can away from the voice. The more she walked further, the more difficult it became for her. She felt the voice was shadowing her thoughts, encompassing her in a magical layer and she was lost. The thoughts and the voice were battling in her head, but finally, the voice won.

She stopped and turned her footsteps to the direction of the voice. Now the pull was not resistible, she ran all the way she walked, with all the energy. Cold winds did not stop her, the trees could not block her ways, and she was running in the speed close to the wind. She felt as if the wind was carrying her to voice.

As she was getting closer, the intensity and the depth of the voice was becoming powerful and attractive. The gravity was at its best and she surrendered to the voice.

As she approached the place, it was perfect. The place was drenched in the most amazing nature.The grass was wet and she could feel the twinkle of the dew drops on it. The cold air was bringing the sound to her ears, it was soothing and refreshing. She felt her nerves were fluttering and all she wanted was to feel the voice.

And in the end of the grass there he was standing waiting for her.She ran to him and the moment she hugged him, instead of a smile, there were tears in her eyes. She didn’t know why it was, but he knew. They hugged and stood there for a while immersing themselves in the love of their souls and the nature showering the blessings on them.