The stars
Looked so pale
In the brightness
Of the moon
And the moon
Looked so pale
In front of her glory.
A beautiful tragedy she is,
A mix of flaws and conflicts,
Like a unique poetry
Unaware of the labels,
Rather a mesmerizing sight she is.
She is a treasure
The one
Whoever finds her
keeps her forever.
Unchained and wild
Her spirit soars high
Higher than cloud nine
She spoke like a sage
And smiled like a little child.
Spring in her hair
Wind in her hair
Everything was like an
Unfinished poem
But
She completed the verse
