I watch her as she walks
Down the path to the river
Sweet fragrances of fresh
Flowers comes flitting from her
I watch her taking bath
Sitting on a stone at the edges
Of the water as the first ray of
The day around her lazily grazes
I watch her coming back
To her hut humming a prayer
It lifts my mood and the love
I feel for her with you I can't share
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Her coming back is watched. Morning love motivates mind. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned. Thank you very much for sharing this poem.