satin ribbons

A flower child is like a piece of snow carved by nature. Her curly hair could reach her hips if she let it down. Its golden color makes the sun jealous when it falls on the spacious green meadow coquettishly and seductively. Her figure is inspired by the branches of the wheat of her absent field, her grace and her charming sway. When they went out to the city, her mother covered her completely, and when Zahra asked her why, she told her that she feared the cold of the city's winter. But why doesn't she feel now that these clothes are enough to warm her? Something inside her is shivering violently that had never done that before. Who does she go to and where does she sleep when darkness has completed the last line of her nightmare? The questions continued in her young mind, and he could not bear them all at once, as more darkness descended upon her eyelids, but he made her feel the comfort and security she had missed, so she surrendered to him willingly.