She is Zarah who leaves in the fragrance of flowers
And feed on the purity of doves
She prays in the flote of calmness
And hide in the shades of mountains
Indeed she is Zarah
With a pain of roses
With a smile as devouring as sunset
She sees as far as seas
With a sight as pleasing as snow
She wears a gown of oceans
That flows as far as fury
She is mystical, just like magic
She's found in the garden of moonlight
Kind as warmth
Sincere as sight
She's the girl with eyes of ice
She sights beyond the sea
Her personality, full of majesty
Her entirety, out of reality
Her humble soul, noble as chastity
She is Zarah
Queen of tranquility...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
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