Beneath the veil

Not the worry of tomorrows, 

nor the dwelling in deep sorrows, 

neither the lending or borrows.

Anklets tinkle in twirling joys. 

Blooming flowers, a vivid tale. 

Living life, 'tis tiny detail. 

'neath the delicate cottony veil,

sultry smiles smoothe the summer pout.

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