I never saw her face. The sun was mellowing down the golden yellow field, when I first saw her. It was just a glimpse. A glimpse of her soft brown hair swaying on her delicate neck, her slender shoulders waiting to be held, her graceful arms drawn back like the stalk of a chrysanthemum, her svelte body like a meandering river. She was, like a beautiful poem waiting to be recited by her lover. She was my first and the only love of my life! That was the last time I saw her. And yet, I never saw her face...
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