She looked enigmatic dancing in a garden of lilacs.
But nobody ever saw and nobody ever knew the pitch darkness inside her.
Allie, the girl with fine porcelain skin, tall hourglass figure and waist length of curls.
Looked as bright as a nova,
her melodic movements were as lively as the incredibly enchanted fragrance of the lilacs.
With those beautiful ballet shoes on.
She danced in the lilac garden; something she assumed for it to be a cryptic room.
The lust of lilacs reminded her of an old love.
And made her desperate to search for the lilac flower.
For her the world was a pitch black room since forever and till eternity.
Dancing with the smell of lilacs, she felt vague and blistered.
Her ballet moves made her seem as exemplary as her collarbone.
In her world of fantasy she could feel the sanity of lucid darkness trying to test her sanity.
Her sense about life was an illusion.
With a different flare, a different aura.
She danced in the pitch black room.
All day and night as the smell of lilacs lured her.
As the darkness choked her, it’s back shone to the inexplicably invisible bond between them: she and the darkness.
But who knew the fault in her perfection was that the whole world for her was a pitch black sky?
To the absoluteness that she was blind.
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