WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM: MIST IS FALLING

MIST IS FALLING
Mist is falling on her face,
She is not for a lusted race,
Pure as rainbow colors,
She brings smiling flowers,
Visually, a treat for my eyes,
Exhibits beauty in vivid ways,
Holding back her long hair,
She will be my lifelong pair!
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI