[A whisper from the wind]
A whisper from the wind
Caressing her pale-red face;
A gentle breeze flew past
Made her perk
As if its sour.
Her four eyes gleaming
While she bathes on the light,
A stage of snow with a spotlight
Enough to catch every predator
In sight.
A face so subtle yet obvious;
Her beauty is an art,
Untainted and white
The snow can’t even compare;
A delightful sight.
But darkness envelops her
Radiant bloom;
An eclipse—too soon!
Veiled by modesty,
A dark cloth to suppress her radiance
As if religion can seclude nature.
Yet she tilts her view
From the yonder to me;
a glimpse of the universe
Like a whisper from the wind.
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