A noble lad who walks barefoot
In
the moonlight amid to the world with dreams of stars
Still
executing her hair, while swaying her vogue.
To the
music of life by her side with
Aroma
of butterscotch and honey-bunch,
At her
side
She lives
for adventure and wakes each morning
With
an excitement of new day
Waiting to unfold at her feet.
She truly believe the best that’s yet to come
And
wait with a bated breath,
To see what it may behold.
Turning
thirty has become strange for her
To get
in terms with the fact
That’s
she’s a walking and talking adult
With
a thinker, and passionate rebel in her
A
bird that will walk the wedlock asile
This
is all she learnt after the trancenarian
In
her was found.
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