She crosses many paths
And the Sun is down
Her hands are curious
Laughter reverberated with ease
The sound of a window opening
Sky is lit
Love, an enigma
She looks at her glasses
Who is smiling now?
Richness of the emotions
The eyes look benign
Realm of endless thoughts
Great is the morning
The book falls
She touches her mind
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