She dances with her toes held high.
Much content within the boundaries of her joy.
Exploring the bud, she plucks each petals out.
Memories that beat within the jolly mind,
soulful and so aloud.
Hundreds of colours are scattered,
Mixing together, one upon the other.
Rejoiced, celebrating her triumph,
each and every corners shining like a morning dew.
Golden of all the times,
Those bright yellow sunshine,
and a garden that is full of whims.
Minute dusts within the rays,
escorting her towards the stairs.
Stairs of heaven she had always wished of,
delighted, she swings on each beat that comes along.
Her feets constantly grading up,
she sways musically with grace,
laughter within the air filling everywhere.
Unfolding her angelic wings,
lips arching upwards a bit,
she smiles holding her breath for a second,
and then, taking the air completely in,
embracing the sense of joy that its carrying.
How silly little times of her miseries,
feckless trials to cover the shine,
doubting her immence hopes and wishes.
Lavish spirit unable to smell even a bit of it.
Playful of words rushing here and there,
failing to draw the state of her universe.
Lost within the lights of her world,
yellow sunshine purifying her soul,
she becomes much brighter,
merrier and bold.
And then, the implish glee lits her eyes,
expressing her lifted toes.
And she continues to dance.
Again and again, unceasingly,
uninterupted, undisturbed.
And full of joy.
Out of the shades of happiness,
She moves her body, passionately.
Half exposed, owing her beauty,
best of all she can for the moment of her existence.
After all, it is her time to rejoice,
Celebrate the triumph.
Each and every corners shine like a morning dew.
As it is the golden of all times.
Those bright yellow sunshines,
and a garden full of whims.
