A FOLKLORE BLISS

A FOLKLORE BLISS
In the heart of the village, where legends unfold,
A tale of natural beauty, in costume light and gold.
Her name was softly whispered by the gentle breeze,
A maiden so fair, so well dancing away with ease.
Adorned in attire of vibrant hue,
Embroidered tales of a land so true.
Silken threads weave a canvas so bright,
A folklore beauty, a mesmerizing sight.
Her costume, an image of tradition and grace,
Whispers of stories from a long-gone embrace.
Gilded with jewels that sparkle and gleam,
A radiant vision, like a moonlit dream.
Eyes like deep pools reflecting the night,
Hues of kohl, an ancient art so right.
Mehendi patterns on hands unfold,
A saga of love in patterns bold.
Anklets that jingle with each gentle sway,
As she twirls, time seems to slip away.
Bangles sing melodies of yore,
Echoes of folklore, forevermore.