there she stands,
right in front of the sun,
right in front of me, quietly
fabricating silhouettes from happiness, and embarking herself on her golden dreams.
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there she stands,
holding blazing suns in one hand,
and calming stars in the other,
quietly smiling and humming Led Zeppelin songs to herself,
knowing that she is loved by many.
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there she stands,
with her hair tied up in a messy bun, breeze kissing her cheeks, quietly whispering in her ears that she’s epitome of beauty,
to which she blushes.
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she looks down,
her eyes speak, most of the times, on her behalf
her hands playing with her earrings, quietly
and her eyes whisper to me that she’s happy.
she looks right in my eyes,
and i realise that she’s magical,
that she’s an almost perfect alloy, quietly she holds love, elegance, happiness and beauty
under her skin.
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but, oh, there she stands,
cuddling the entire universe in her soft hands,
and ruffles the hairs of all the galaxies. there she looks, and the universe sees her smile
and oh, it falls, the universe falls for her.
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she stands here, quietly
right in front of me,
looking me in the eye,
and smiling her best smile.
Jyoti
Shaded lights 