Stupendous SHE was….

SOLIATARY SHE WAS….

Singing and swaying on the lane,
Forget her works behind the trail
E cohos her sound out loud,
Pleasing people unending pain,

Unknown of her beauty and charm,
She jingles all the way she passed,
May the Sandy or watery,
Or it’s the Christmas carol freezing there,
Her nodes changed so does the music

But tenderness
Of her soothing voice keep tempting,
I don’t know it was her voice or the chords,
That broke the silence
And spread warmness throughout,
Or it was her alluring grin,

That heals all wounds in a flick.
She was blessed in her own round world
Where all things work according to her
Unendingly I kept wondering
What was actually in her mind,

Was she mending the broken heart?
Or just stimulate herself to get to work,
I steered to her all way down,
Sometimes rejoiced sometimes still..
And sometimes just humming the tune around.

Thinking of her and her endearing voice,
Lits my heart up to see her another time.
The days have passed and so is the hope,
But the harmonious voice of her had imprinted on my soul.