Her astrous face

Skewed the pace of hum-man race


Her long strands

Kissed the  ground

As she mumbled around

Making an euphonic sound


Birds orated the place

Where in

Winds played  its flute with pace


Her movement took a stake

As she bended to behave

Like a smooth Wave


Her flow mended in with the air

Supporting swing of heir


Her soul rested calmly

On the wooden pike

As she anchored herself

To admire the beautiful site


It was a dream or what

That i The Aquarious

Organised her in my Aquarelle


At last she drifted away

Like a hay

From the scene

That i tried to spray


She left behind

An empty wooden block

Who waited eagerly

For a new flock

To be ridden on….




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