w h i t e @ n g e l
I have witnessed the
calm beauty of her
on that post rain walk
she was wearing
the white top only
though the Monsoon
was yet to came.
when we both contacted our eyes
she whispered the
unsaid words through the
deep dark eyes of her
and I being a beauty hunter
listened her silently.
the moment between us
was being enhanced
with the cold breeze that
nature blows always
after the heavy rain.
Thus the way the white angel
and a beauty hunter
United:)
