Shruti
the furious faster...
Born and bred in a place she loves, it runs in her veins,
Fasts at the drop of a hat; it’s one of Shruti’s many ways,
Infectious laughter being another, as down on us, it rains,
Fasts only to cleanse her self, or so she vehemently says!
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| ...the beautiful bright eyes behold so ...
Green, black, hazel, brown, or blue They speak the heart with feelings true! Hide the truth and try to quell But, look into them, everything they tell!
With love they sparkle, Twinkle with glee! With jest they chuckle, Dampen in melancholy!
With honesty they are bright, Wishing for a wonderful year, they dazzle! With warmth and happiness they alight Look into the eyes, everything they tell!
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