Stretching her arms to feel moment,
She stands wearing single-piece dress:
That's black and suits her fairy skin;
She's more beautiful, flowers confess.
Her hair spreading on both shoulders,
For tender touch of her soft breast!
The stream she stands in, is shallow,
Nature in quietness: at it's best!
Lowering her hips to face the drops
Of rain that might touch her soft skin:
From head to toe, she's loveable,
If she's beside, who cares what's sin?
Everything beside her, sees her:
The herbs, the trees, silver that flows
Kissing her feet with tender waves,
Consciousness of each wave she blows!
She's the most beautiful painting:
That aft' creation, God has seen;
Wind forgot to blow at her sight,
God's brush is stuck in air at scene.
April 01,2022
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