Literature
Love's Reality
The couple stood there, leaning against the bridge as the moon light reflected off the quiet stream below.
The night was peaceful, with the chirping of a grasshopper, or the occasional whisper of the wind, being the only things breaking the perfect serenity.
Looking down, the calm pool eminated the tranqual night, as ripples from the peaceful desent of a flower petal dispersed the other world before them.
He looked to her as she stared into the mirror below. The moonlight, delicate and mesmerizing, as it casted itself upon her soft and gentle face.
If there ever was a personification for beauty, it truely stood before him tonight.
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