Time for the hot sun
To hide
Cool shining moon to rise
Dusk on the anvil
In the shade of a tree
She was standing
With an untold anxiety
Clearly visible
From the waiting eyes
Playing with her curly hair
Looking left and right
Waiting for the beloved
To come and take her in his arms
Plant a sweet kiss on her lips
She didn’t knew
I was watching her beauty
With an uncanny desire
She looked
Like a desperate bird
Ready to fly
In the open skies
23-05-2011
912-119-05-11
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