“I cannot believe my eyes,”
Teja screams. She is delighted.
“It is a dream come true,”
she exclaims. She is elated.
Watching her is gratifying.
She, in early sixties,
jumps like a kid.
An Elysa can enthuse her.
A ballon brings immense joy.
She is enlivened by a rose.
Contentment is the king.
Enthusiasm drives her
to the end. She enjoys.
Age does not derail her.
She is brisk, alert, happy
and daring.
The quality makes her shine.
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