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* WHO AM i ?*

I am

the red ripe apple  of the sinful tree

the honey suckle of the bumble bee

 

the pink blushed  rose of the secret garden

the stubborn spoilt lass never in pardon

 

the youngest daughter of the shining sun

the castle dream girl in  sands of fun

 

the jealous lover of the crescent moon

the blowing wind in a strong monsoon

 

the first white swan in the silver lake

the seizmic tremor of  a hot earthquake

 

the scarlet love bird on each window pane

the falling tear drop of  clear crystal rain

 

the candle's flicker of each passionate flame

the  mystery madam,mademoiselle or dame?

 

the  copper butterfly in each serene meadow

the Sunday's church girl in snow flake's shadow

 

the brown eyed maiden of  the deep blue seas

the pretty woman of ripe strawberries

 

the old fashioned  girl in sweet proposal

the gold  stringed harp in music's motion

 

the colored smile on a rainbow's face

the flamenco dancer  covered with  lace

 

the little mermaid in pirates'streams

the wafting wave in  glittered dreams

 

the twinkling star of black silk skies

the little lantern  light of fire-flies

 

the Cindirella in glass slippers

the happy verse of each romance

 

the soft wind's voice in a whispered breeze

the wood wind chime in sweet melodies

 

the Wishing feather of a free  white dove

the veiled young lady in the power of love.

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