The enamored world

Like a phoenix getting reborn from the ashes, there he rose. Crafted by the hands of a woman he was created. The reason of his being stood in front of him admiring her work, unembarrassingly admitting to herself that she too existed because of him. His eyes were deep, his face mystic. His mere gaze sent shivers through her body.

The rays of sun, as they entered in the room through the small window snapped her back to senses. She shook her head, switched off the lights of the room and walked away.

 

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