Posted in Fiction, Romance

The Morning Dew..

THE MORNING DEW

The morning had begun and the leaves were soaked with dew drops over them. He was wide awake when the birds sang gleefully. The whole scenario outside looked refreshing to his mind. He stepped out to feel the beauty that the morning contained. He felt happy but was amazed when he saw her, on her knees, with a ring for him.

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