she is a child
I look into dark bright eyes, those are clear and full with sparks, it reminds me the sparkling stars in the cool night. Her hair almost dark blue, so thick and healthy, long and loose..., her chick so chubby and her skin unbelievable! dark Ivory....Her voice likes the sound of finest string of Cello... vibrant and joy full
A girl who can fly a kite, she stands out among most of the boys on the green field, her hairs fly with the wind, her body moves like a baby deer dancing, and her word mingled with the winds. A girl who makes her own toys, builds a car from the grapefruit skin, she has a necklace, her own handmade catapult
I always saw her running with a lantern in the night, passed the wood along with all her friend , their voice broke the silence of the night
She mentioned to me one day when I gave her a chocolate that in the evening she and her friend learned how to read the Koran, their holly book , and they had a teachers an old lady who had told them stories about the prophet, the holy people and their kindness
She said she didn't have a father. He left her when she was a child. She didn't know if she ever missed him because she did not remembered him at all, she only felt jealous when she saw her friends with their father
 She was a lovely, unique and bright..., the way she talked , her black eyes shone like stars, her clear and sweet voice and her hand and body always moved while she was talking, all the time...
I saw her alone to day she was trying to catch a dragon fly...., with her hand ...she cached one , looked at it like a merchant tried to value an antique, then she let it flies.
She loves flower, she always put on some flowers she arrange it like a crown on her head, sometimes she will make an Indian head dressing like a chief of Apache : she used all kind of leaves from different shaves, different color, after that she will running or dancing around the field....
I know her mother very well, she is a brave women, lovely and young....she choose to live alone with her child, "no matter what" she said she is my life now, she is a gift from heaven ....
I am looking at her from my window , she is playing a game with her friends mostly boys...., she looks like dancing in the air, her body moves , her hairs, her laughter become a piece of joy , she is really something
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