Crescent drops serenade her body
Cascading streams that flow in grace,
Caught in the mirth, momentary,
Cry a joyful tear; almost her own.
Radiant skin in the afterglow of rain,
As forged in the molten light of the sun.
Charm; she wears and owns as a gift
Bestowed by humbled, human gods.
A beat follows her steps; gentle
But joyful, pattering in noisy delight.
The ground awaits each one she takes,
Matching tempo, with crisp hums.
Strands of hair hold out the proof
Of her trot in the summer rain,
Yet, give up effortless; those pearls,
Plain with her touch they were graced.
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