The bright light was from above and it gently shone on her gown, making her seem almost like an angel sent from above with the glow from the white fabric.
The breeze was blowing through her hazelnut brown hair while she sat still on the black polished bench, letting the breaths of Spring slip through her long luscious locks.
Merely glancing at the reflections on the cold black panel,
She felt a sudden urge to pen the song of Spring unto paper.
She felt refreshed from all the secrets Spring whispered into her ear;
in between whiffs of jasmine and lavender, weaving a story into song, replaying itself over and over again in her mind.
Looking once more at her reflection,
She felt a sense of confusion, as though a little child who was separated from her mother, a feeling nothing could describe.
She couldnt explain this new found feeling inside of her,
only to feel that she had to do something so as to hide it again.
Unable to gain control over this confusion and helplessness, she picked up her tool and began noting down the sweet unsung medley of Spring,
the secrets that she heard,
the hope she sensed and the refreshing feeling of being born again.
Almost suddenly, she stopped weaving the medley unto words.
For almost at once,
she realised,
it wasnt a secret that Spring was sharing.
It was something she never felt before,
something new and unexplained,
something others referred to as love.
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