Sun Girl

A mountain side, 

how it stands, 

crisp airs of after stir, 

what do you hear, but a whir? 

Drops dry,

but too give to thy,

for they stand no longer, 

in the presence of our time. 

You stand in the midst, 

a fall of hair, 

for it is you, 

that gives me a care. 

Your shadow plays, 

the prey of sun does it stay, 

for the beauty of it all, 

I refuse to give you away.

My sun girl. 

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[Nisreen]

What a pretty way to see her ..................