A Wildflower

Sun rays fall and dance on her face
Illuminating it more than this place.

She stands in the sky mixed with air
The wind blowing through her hair.

Shining black eyes get a hue of brown
They smile when she laughs, drop when frowns.

As soon as her lips break into a curve
The entire field gives more than what it usually serves.

She turns and dances, sings a song
The flower and the leaves sway along.

Leaves a trail of magic and love
Filling with her sight, the void that’s up above.

The free soul that she is- a wildflower
Soft hope and soothing love, flaming power.

 

Muskaan Sancheti

Picture Source: Pinterest  

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