When the curtains of the window swayed,
In the morning's breeze, sliding it aside,
When the sun trembled as it rose,
And its shine touched her skin, a kiss,
It seemed like the sun walked down,
To wish good morning to let her know its dawn.
The sun wants to crown her with its shine,
Saying that forever she will be fine,
It seems like blessings from the heavens,
And a sign from nature, a confession,
She is an angel, blessed by the gods,
And she will outshine many in life's odds.
It makes her whole as she is organic,
One can feel the intimacy and her magic,
As she is connected with this nature,
And not just another creature,
That came to this earth just to dwell,
She is an angel, that by mistake who fell.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Written having a daughter in mind.
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