He stands watching ahead with his emerald eyes fixated on the red rose his mind running with a magnificent amount of ideas all itching to be written down. The wind picking up it's pace blowing each petal he seems to be mesmerized by it all, the beauty of nature.
"Isn't it a bit too cold to be out right now?" A sweet melodic voice whispers barely audible but he catches it. Turning his head to the side, eyes land on an angel her hair so soft and her lips so kissable. Her body clad in a black dress, goosebumps from the harsh winds appearing on her soft skin.
"I could ask you the same thing." He retaliates in a hushed tone turning back around to face the roses. Silently she walks and stands beside him both eyes watching the rose petals move from the rushing winds, her hair flying in all directions.
Almost sneakily he turns his head slightly to the side, eyes landing upon her alluring beauty. His mind erupting in a million thoughts.
He's found his inspiration.
He's found his muse.
An aspiring fashion designer and a poet, two very different personalities working in different forms of art.
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