It’s not only the humans that blush. When the sun kisses the night sky, it gently wears a colour bright — some-what, peachy-orange-red kinds. A thousand flowers bloom in the magic of the night and blush out their beauties in the day, as passers-by of all kinds look at them in awe and amazement. It’s not every day or rather every night that the moon touches the river, but on the nights when it does, the river only shines the beauty of the moon.
Inspired to write for the daily prompts: Blush