During the golden hours,
at the eloquent movement of the clouds
Breathing in the subtle sky’s flares.
The dreamlike glint she has in her eyes
since the age of 5.
Gentle mellifluous wind blowing against her skin,
her warm brown hair
brushing against her coy shoulders.
The harmony of his thoughts, dancing in her mind.
And she wishes that under this same affable sky,
serendipity will unite her with him.
All, when the warm hues shower.