She walks politely in silence
Every steps she takes is like
a note of music.
Her beauty spreads
from the melting moon
When she talks
singing birds learn
what really the music is
flowing rivers stop journey
for a moment
to listen her melody.
Do you ask me
who is she
She kept me waiting here
for centuries
She promised me
one day she will come.
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