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Beneath the ancient tree’s embrace, She sits, a vision draped in grace. The sun leans in, a silent guest, Kissing her smile—its golden crest. Her curls, like whispers, dance so free, Dark rivers flowing to the sea. The stars must envy, for they see, Her eyes outshine eternity. A canvas drawn with mehendi’s art, Each swirl a story, each line her heart. Her hands adorned, her spirit bright, A bloom that turns the world to light. The wind sighs soft, in love, in awe, As if it knows the spell she’s cast. For time stands still when she is near, A moment carved to everlast.