Her steps will float past along a path where the morning dew has not disappeared yet…
Her feet will be lightly touching the roadside emerald grass and smelly flowers of the steppe…
Her light dress will take in the aroma of wild berries…
Her eyes will blend with the color of the clear blue sky…
Her arms will be fondled by the mild tail wind…
Her soul will remain filled with solely him…
Until a slender hardy waist hides behind her final horizon of life…
And only the eternal rustle of soaring leaves will then be whispering her beautiful name….
