She might be an angel
She is in silver colored clothes,
Alike the flowing moonlights
Slithering on the surface of ice
Of the pond, feelings are frozen
And melting by the dazzling flare
To restore ripples lingering again
Into meek crystal hares
Wandering in your gaze
With full of glimmering lights
My shyness find no place to hide
And my soul helpless seized
I noticed them as lively as the breeze
And as vivacious as the lightened opal
And your body winding as the hills,
Both its highness and convexity fit math
I am unsure if I flee away anymore
Floating fond with this natural elf around
I wish I can fly as you do, but I can't
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