She came soon and sudden



Like the wind of parched Sahara



Sprouting from the ground of no trees



Up she rose to the eyes of the beholder-



Holding him at full attention



This wind does eternal appear



Smiled and smiled at steady eyeballs



The beholder winked not in derision



Lest he misses her roses sprout



Scent of which invaluable



Grow me taller now I prayed life



To pluck her roses before sunrise



But the wind moved



Before my eyes opened



To see him who gained my loss