| Down the
hill in a row of daffodils stood a lady as pretty as a gentry dressed in red started to tread in search for love God sent from above. Colors of every hue worn by ladies not few walked through the aisle with faces all of smile yet none could surpass the beauty of the lady so pretty as a frenzy dressed in red. No one knew not even a clue that the lady in red whose story was unread suffered a life that could not belie the pain she went through when love was lost and faded away like ghost. Despite her charm the lady was sad for the world was tough to make her laugh but the lady was firm to make her term dressed in red she continues her tread down the hill among the daffodils in search for love that would come from above. |
| By : Genevieve |