She walks fire,
Lighting the skies,wherever she go,
The evergreen joy,
That is her smile,
Piercing darkness in a single blow,
Her eyes two rivers,
Deep and blue,burying the treasure of a mystic vow,
She walks in beauty,
A beauty Untold,one that overshines time’s flow,
She is not mine,
Not yet to be,her love to me is mine to owe,
She walks alone,
Or so the world see,for whenever she walks she walks with me….

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