She stops the time with her vary smile,
Every look
of her leaves me amaze.
Her
presence holds you like an anchor in thunder,
No
reasons, no excuses to distrust her firm.
Wind has
given away its colors to
her hair,
Her
elegant style touches me
like a poetry.
It can
never be enough of her for me,
All shades
of her hidden in her eyes.
She is
loud yet she is quiet,
One has to
open the door she lives behind.
She is a
wild dancer of her thoughts,
Roams like
an independent soul in her own world.
You can
never bound her, can never free her,
Can just
admire her for what she is.
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