In twilight's glow, her beauty shines so bright,
Her skin, like dusk's soft veil, deep as the night.
With youth's embrace, she dances through the trees,
Her laughter rings like whispers in the breeze.
Amid the woods, where silence wears a crown,
She moves with grace, as if the world slows down.
Her heart, a well of kindness pure and true,
A sacred space where all the wild blooms grew.
Her modest garb is woven from the earth,
A canvas rich with life, of love, and birth.
She carries nature's spirit in her soul,
In every step, a harmony made whole.
Santati lady, bright as morning sun,
In her sweet presence, life seems just begun
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