Light up my life ...

I saw young girls in the orchard playing hide-n-seek,
leaving one, rest ready to hide behind the creek.

over there was one little angel, making her place in hay,
covering the grass over herself, making a cautious sway.

As I get close to her un-aware of her play,
felt ecstatic just by a glance of her presence.

the woods bear the reputation of a beast in its deep,
the girls had that in mind, but forgot the creep.

I touched an angel while she was hiding,
I was in shadow she thought I am a beast.

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It changed the way she looked at me …