She stands undaunted with the clearest of thoughts,
She roams wildly with the swiftest of feet.
The chill in the wind caresses her gentle chin,
the emotions in her heart plays with her brain.
The leaves rustles on her silken hair.
The green of the forest shines on her crystal like eyes.
The meandering,nearly dry jungle stream is livened,
with the reflection of her being.
The distant fox howls in the cold night,
the moon gleams a white smile on through the dark clouds.
She stands undaunted with the clearest of thoughts.
She gazes on time's face with the cutest of smile!
She blinks and misses,
the night just kissed her.
The looks around searching for answers,
She's different.
The onslaught of memory creates a void.
It's about the Dalis,the Warhols and the Kahlos.
The persistence of endeavour makes her special.
It's about the Roses ,the petals and the rain-drops.
And also the about the Monets.
The sparkling eyes create an illusion,
She sits silently.
She has grown an year more.
(This was a just a request from a friend to write something for her.So....)
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