See Her!
With her cunning rags,
flowing down to kiss the mother earth,
Shouting for a mass look.
Tossing up the sky,
Her toe linger up to catch the wandering air,
With her Nature hair,
Now a rowdy scene of seasonless age..
Running down the path,
Echo the sound of insanity,
A lonely nature,
Through the thick world....
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