She is silence in motion, a whispering flame,
Eyes closed in knowing, no need for name.
Her hair flows like time, soft as a sigh,
A goddess etched beneath the sky.Adorned with grace, with bindi bright,
She is the dawn, the soul’s own light.
In every line her strength does gleam,
She is every woman’s ageless dream.
She stands in silence, draped in light,
A maiden born of stars and night.
Each line a song, each curve a flame,
Adorned in jewels, she earns her name
Where winding paths through meadows stray,
A quiet village sleeps by day.
With roofs of red and walls so white,
It basks beneath the morning light.
He drinks the dark to save the light,
A storm held still in cosmic might.
With cobra high and neck turned blue,
He guards the world the way few do.
In dreams she lies beneath the sky,
Where Krishna plays his flute nearby.
Her heart a field of silent song,
To which his soul has danced so long.Clad in gold, she waits in peace,
While melodies in winds increase.
A thread unseen, their spirits tie,
Through time and love that never die.
Welcome to Alisha's World! 
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