There she stood, down the alley,
nothing more than a vague outline of her
darkness rose to control and light faded away
all i could reminisce was her her pale white face, but never her name
her smile was bright as moon light, soft as snow.
her cheeks was puff, her hair was curled
i stood long trying staring at her,
she turned and smiled,
and she whispered, the name's Renu.
Thank you so much Aravin it's really a wonderful poem....
