Hair
trailing, eyes sparkling charm
Fresh as the
dew of the early morn
She races,
smiles lightening the skies
Tryst of
love with the fading dawn
Like a trail
of flowers wafting scents
She flows on
the summer breeze so pure
I wish I
were the dancing fairy dust
Playing with
her misty, bewitching allure
Who is she,
this bundle of delight
The glorious
sunshine hiding from view
That's just
me, I missed her for long,
Her presence
ignored, as I looked for you!
MS
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