ANAMIKA

She walks across the gate
Making her lovely smile shower.
Gentle breeze kissing her
Emerging the real beauty within,
A lovely gift of nature.
She dances by the the rain,
TIP TOP, TIP TOP.
harmonizing every rhythm.
Those hypnotizing eyes,
Where the nature gets shy.
Her footsteps embraces the mother earth.
Making it kin.
Walking by the grass,
She disappears to nowhere.
Who is she??
Remains a mystery

JEBILION'S POETRY.