A girl, there is, Random,
Known and observed Seldom.
Eyes of her's stare, lost and straight,
Dunno for what sight, they patiently wait.
Her Hands are always closed,
To hold them noone's forced.
But when they slowly unseal,
Tremble in her slender fingers starts to reveal.
Sometimes she closes her eyes,
When its hard to hold tears.
They flow like pearls from oyster,
I imagine to form, from them, a cluster.
And sew them using the golden sunrays,
My fingers wish to caress her face.
Every step of her's stumbles,
Her eyes depict, how with every beat her heart crumbles.!
I silently slide my fingers into hers while on a walk with her by the promenade,
She smiles, struggling with all her effort, sipping lemonade.
Her voice seems to have lost in the incidents of the past,
Her face, agony, casts.
I wish sometimes to find the deathly hallows,
But they clearly concluded in the film what follows.
Leaving that thought I pray to god to not seperate love from its lover,
Without sun's existence, won't it be hard to survive for Sunflower.?
Filled with void I too sometimes shed tears with her,
Ill never leave your hand, but, for once, just let go, dear little sister.