ZaraBeicker

Zara, brunette of moon and star, your gaze is the calm that the sea reveals, on a Monday that, when waking up, seems the sun of India that in your eyes is lit. Your smile, sweet and perfect, is the flower that in the wind is projected, like a soft song, a bright sun, in the stillness of a vibrant day. People talk, they whisper about you, and you, with your voice, you make the storm flee, great conversationalist, always in peace, like the breeze that gives the forest its face. Brunette who, as you walk, the earth is stirred, and although the world is vast, your light is never limited, you are the reflection of a pure soul, like a river that always finds its height. Zara, in your presence, time fades, and the magic in your laughter, like an echo, appears, your words flow like an endless verse, and in your gaze I see the whole garden.

Zara, brunette of moon and star, your gaze is the calm that keeps the sea awake, on a Monday that, when you wake up, seems like the sun of India that lights up in your eyes. Your smile, sweet and perfect, is the flower that is projected in the wind, like a soft song, a bright sun, in the stillness of a vibrant day. People talk, they whisper about you, and you, with your voice, make the storm flee, great conversationalist, always at peace, like the breeze that gives its face to the forest. Brunette who, when you walk, the earth stirs, and although the world is vast, your light is never limited, you are the reflection of a pure soul, like a river that always finds its height. Zara, in your presence, time fades, and the magic in your laughter, like an echo, appears, your words flow like an endless verse, and in your gaze I see the whole garden.

Zara, brunette of moon and star, Your look is the calm that reveals the sea, a Monday that, waking up, seems the sun of India that lights up in your eyes. Your smile, sweet and perfect, It is the flower that is projected in the wind, like a sweet song, a bright sun, in the calm of a vibrant day. People talk, they whisper about you, and you, with your voice, drive away the storm, great talker, always in peace, like the breeze that gives its face to the forest. Morena who, when you walk, the earth trembles, and although the world is vast, your light is never limited, you are the reflection of a pure soul, like a river that always finds its height. Zara, in your presence time fades, and the magic of your laughter, like an echo, appears, Your words flow like an endless verse, and in your eyes I see the whole garden.

Under a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a beacon, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city is lost. Like a flash of sun in India, your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and every word that is born from you, is like a perfume that in the air links. Zara, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single journey, are a deep river, full of courage. And although you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air in your vicinity glides, your eyes, your laughter, your bright soul, are the reflection of a vibrant being.

Under a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a beacon, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city is lost. Like a flash of sun in India, Your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and every word that comes from you, It's like a perfume that binds in the air. Zara, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single journey, They are a deep river, full of courage. And even if you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air nearby glides, your eyes, your laughter, your bright soul, They are the reflection of a vibrant being.

Under a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a lighthouse, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city gets lost.. Like a flash of sun in India, your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and each word that comes from you, is like a perfume that binds in the air. Zara, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single journey, are a deep river, full of courage. And even if you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air in your proximity slides, your eyes, your laughter, your brilliant soul, are the reflection of a vibrant being.

It's Monday, and you make everything shine, with your brown face that curls in my chest, India seems to wake up in your gaze, and the day becomes yours, everything that touches your soul. Your perfect smile, like the rising sun, makes my days always fervent, and in your voice, a soft melody, is the song that my mind recorded. With every word, the air becomes lighter, talking to you is a sincere journey, because in your laughter and your serene gaze, I find a refuge, a peace that does not sound. Zara, brunette of warm and eternal light, your presence transforms any tender life, and on this Monday that the world touches, you are the star that never suffocates. Your beauty, as deep as the sea, is the calm of a day in which I can dream, and although you speak a thousand things in an instant, your charm remains, sweet and vibrant.

It's Monday, and you make everything shine, with your dark face that curls up in my chest, India seems to awaken in your gaze, and the day becomes yours, everything that touches your soul. Your perfect smile, like a rising sun, makes my days always fervent, and in your voice, a soft melody, is the song that my mind records. With each word, the air becomes lighter, talking to you is a sincere journey, because in your laughter and your serene gaze, I find a refuge, a peace that does not sound. Zara, brunette of warm and eternal light, your presence transforms any tender life, and on this Monday that the world touches, you are the star that never dies.. Your beauty, as deep as the sea, is the calm of a day in which I can dream, and even if you talk about a thousand things in an instant, your charm remains, sweet and vibrant.

It's Monday, and you make everything shine, with your dark face crouching in my chest, India seems to wake up in your eyes, and the day becomes yours, everything that touches your soul. Your perfect smile, like the rising sun, makes my days always fervent, and in your voice, a sweet melody, It's the song that my mind has recorded. With every word the air becomes lighter, talking to you is a sincere journey, because in your laughter and your serene look, I find a refuge, a peace that does not ring. Zara, brunette with warm and eternal light, your presence transforms every tender life, and in this Monday that the world touches, You are the star that never chokes. Your beauty, as deep as the sea, It's the calm of a day where I can dream, and even if you talk a thousand things in an instant, Your charm remains, soft and vibrant.