Inhaling the warmth of serenity, with showers of thoughts, paved their ways apart. A smile passing her face, reminded her of bruises. For once she had knitted herself, with the blackened gown; engraving her soul, to the darkness of ruth. Now all she lives with smile and laughter. The sprinkles of sunshine, makes her forget the lies; she was not made for lust, she is worth of love.