The Pink Love Of
Cherry Blossoms That Perfectly Captures My Heart
by Priyanka S.
Raj
At the onset
of Cherry blossoms, little pink flowers
wide open her tender petals and calling the young
hearts for the loveliest love. The fuchsia lights
swept away my heart and the breath-taking cherry
blossom trees swinging in the passion of pink
love. It’s a beautiful joy, incredible,
enchanting, inviting and recalling the
beauty of winter. Down the hills, when I walked
through the green grooves , hearing soft Italian
romantic, it reminds me of Rome. The eternal city
of souls as quoted by Giotto di Bondone,
Renaissance painter “Rome
is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and
the city of yearning". Alike
that my small hill town has transformed into
countryside Rome. The mystical sights of cherry
blossom soothe my stressed soul and give me wings
to fly freely alike those white petals.
The awe-inspiring
scene inspires me to write incredible tales and
refreshing again the beautiful stories of couples.
Exploring the sweet boughs hanging with optimisms
and imaginations. The white moon witnessed the
sublime of blue nights, twinkling in golden stars.
Ahh! The painter, the poet, the musician
altogether landed to recount an exquisite piece
of delicate love. Of course ! there could be
fancy reasons to admire the attractive cherry
blossoms which are in full bloom at the
commencement of November winter. Walking around
the Ward’s lake, I feel like I am
showered by flutters of beautiful pink petals
flying off the trees. Underneath the trees and
all around the lakeside, girls like me who love
to dream more than usual, and couples who plan to
express their feelings into next level , this
cherry blossoms add a sacred touch and bless them
with power of grace and glory. The musings of
Taylor’s Swift music have another vibe to
which it makes my Friday eve dizzier and dazzling,
casting fantasy land in the emerald castle .
I believe
cherry blossom has something magical to attract
and yearn for. Although I don’t vouch for
any romantic story, but the Nature has
transformed herself to portray a kind of cute
love – to which I describe it as “Pink
Love.” Nevertheless, I have been always
blessed to enjoy her love tales. Sometimes
singing with me, sometimes circulating her
fragrance through the motion of chilled
breeze. With the whirling of music, the
season turns into festival . Perhaps, Nature too
desires to drop her most sensitive emotions and
promise us to have one stunning canto for us.
This made me
have a thought what is more passionate – The
Nature or the Seasons, which makes us feel about
birth of new emotion each time, springing through
our souls into minds and heart. For me, it is
quite difficult to what way should my tender
heart flow. Or whether I should be like a water
which never stops and keep flowing with her
pouring character. Every great love story embarks
with change of seasons and amounts to flamboyant
magnitude with the superpower of Nature.
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