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Scrupulous With The Colours

a cherub i see lookin' at me born in the sands of time singin' her own rhyme sparkling light of joy and happiness as innocent as the morning dew she was born anew she was a child once but it is here no more for she evolved as a beauty maiden with demeanour on her nose doesnt lets obscure even close angel with attitude as she enunciates herself sweet is the word that describes her more struggling through the life storm she reckons herself alone got fetchin' friends like myself but doesnt yearn to explore still fragile from the teen slumber she huddles to keep herself awake galvanised herself for her lovers sake adult is what she is gonna be the day close as can be i made her a thing i call it'attire of a dream' ill give it when she is asleep to fulfill her hankering outside her dream...........

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eye'd, Such seems your beauty still.

written for ashi by -u know -nipun