Death of Beauty

I blanched at a note serene rhetoric quest and my soul literally grimaced at it to fancy about forthcoming event or final rest, how then too continue to last bit. i glided away throughout, to get a pious glimpse of an urchin, from whose countenance innocence dribbled and with deep cosmic eyes and undone whims contrary to soul, which under circumstances feebled. jocund child with so much to tell not only with lips but with eyes too she silently perches in my heart's dell and never to her i will bid adieu. i love to hear her puerile talks, and way she pour her emotion it conjures me and my mind blocks, and with self same ecstasy lull my heart's ocean. i drove my feet to her tawny hut and peeped expecting someone to see but my eyes wide, soul aghast and senses shut to hear a piercing voice claiming that forever she had flee. that scarce moment drove me insane and made me lay weekly supine and sight by sight my heart pain and my soul continuously pine. -: AKASH SANGWAN