Softly, o soft(l)y

Fragile. Delicate. Precious. Such were the words he inspired in those who came across him; he never deliberately ‘came’ across’ anyone. But then, he fell for the porcelain skin, the delicate features, the innocent smile. He looked forward to running into Angel-face , shaking that soft hand and winning a gummy smile from the pinafored cherub.

P.S: This is about you two, N and Vishnu vava

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