There’s some magic in the air.
The same breeze which blew everyday carries a new fragrance,or is it the old scent of the falling flowers? The advent of the spring with love or the advent of love in silent steps as spring of the season.
Whatever ,the world is a mystical place now, with beautiful chandeliers of the old times,glowing and illuminating the once stranded path.The hanging charismatic memories burning as the lanterns of pendants.
Love blooms again in silence ,the fragrance in the diffused atmosphere is the same,whether years ago,or today .
Time cannot hold back the moment once it arrives with a blossom .