In a pensive mood, she sits,

Near her window with a flower;

She plucked on her way home,

Drowned in his thoughts of the moments they shared.

There comes the messenger from him;

Settles on her palm with a gentle breeze.

Oh dear! Isn’t the smell of the flower captivating?

She asked in excitement seeing her in her palm.

She flapped her wings,

Came close to her, whispered in her ear;

“Dear you are not less than a flower

Enchanting is you drenched in his love!”

She blushed like a flower.

Like a butterfly, her wings unfolded.

Then came him and took her in his arms.

They flew to the world they belonged to!

She and He the wind.

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