A New Journey
A beautiful child,
Draw it's breath
And perceive its living in every wing.
What should she know of Death?
I met with a little bower girl,
She was 7 years old,she said.
Her skin was soft,
Her hair was thick with beautiful curls
That clump round her head.
She had a homely, woodland air,
Her eyes were blueish with an amazing shine.
Her beauty made me delight.
I lost myself somewhere
Her colour was literally fair,very fair.
A beautiful journey waiting for you little angel,
She smiled and ran somewhere.
I tried a lot,but none was there
I followed her smell in the air
And got one place clustered with flowers
I seen her beautiful eyes,I admire,
But thats my premise and desire.
I got nothing at last and
Moments of her becomes a beautiful past.
I lost her within seconds
But a new journey of mine started again.