The smile litting up the face
she was sitting on the terrace
looking around with a gaze
chuckling to herself with a grace..
What was the smile about?
what was she doing in the terrace?
wanted to call her with a shout
contained myself in a firm stout.
She still remained there with a broad grin
very much atop the terrace
she looking pale and thin
very much away from the din.
That much is enough for the day
standing all alone in the terrace
cried from down is that the way?
Yes she smiled with a gripping sway.
Not able to withstand from below
hopping and jumping reached the terrace
gave a sound from deep hollow
asking her to come back in a follow.
She turned behind and stood straight
not a step away from the terrace
bidding me to take the steps right
ordering me to vanish from her sight.
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