NaPoWriMo Day-2
Surreal Smells like minted grass, levitating through the mildest lawns, flowing with the seamless streams, the lovers whispered "Life was never fair enough, to you, to me, to us" now that all the endeavours are worthy as such, the sun shines brighter than the moon at its best, the petals hugging each other whispered, "We were never as surreal as them" - Sasa