There, the sun rose from the West making her glow like a Nightingale in the twilight,
Falling upon her the sun becomes red like that of Hibiscus.
Her smile hides treasures with a tenderness of the petals of a new bud,
She looks out on the Horizon to find the sky painted with her reflection,
She was a fairy tale who lived like a girl next door.
Knock on the door, my friend.
The fairy has been waiting for her Pizza since eternity.