Magical woman

Night starts,evening ends ,
In this earth of magic ,
A girl in this dark night ,
Telling a story to herself with a tragic.
Her dress was till her knee,
Her hair was hiding her face .
What was she trying to see?
Which have no trace !
In that night of storm and rain ,
Her dress was being wet and dirt,
Did not know what was going there,
But surely she touched my heart.
I felt a strong emotion,called love,
And tried to reach her,
But 'Alas!' it was morning again,
The dream was quite rare.
None to say more,
Or may be nothing I can,
It was a sweet dream,
With the magical woman.

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