Whispered every word, transporting me to the never land, drenched me completely but slowly steadily, whisking me off the reality. And they named it as a story by an enchanted author!
Smiling constantly there stood a colorful mystery, Stared through my heart and left without saying a word, whisking me off the reality. Few called it a colorful magic of a blessed painter!
Dwindling in my memories, swayed madly to the mesmerizing tune, yet trickled a tear, whisking me off the reality. Ah it was just few musical notes from a mystical musician for them.
If only a poem of a romantic poet, a peice of art of a crazy painter, a scribbled note of an enchanted author and a trick of strings by a muscian can whisk me off the reality,
Then I call it an eternal beauty of life....
