A Foreigner Beauty



A Foreigner Beauty…
                          She was wearing bashfulness in her absolute smile, in lock of her hair which were trying hard not to let me see her full moon face. Bashfulness was in her soft and noiseless but still understandable voice. My eyes were praying for her beauty while she was trying pose for pic. Her eyes were hesitating for eye contact. Her eyes were hiding her behind them. She raised her eyelashes for a moment for pic, Just once, and weather of counght place became more romantic with her smile. My fingers still annoyed with me for not letting them move on her face.

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