Like morning raaga, it fills the heart
That kiss of sun, sparkling on the shoulder
Like the golden mischief that glints in your eyes
Like a gypsies magic, it spells all around
A little bit of honey and a lot of dew
A waif of air that carries folklore
The rustic elegance and the high heels of sophistication
Mysterious allure, and a mystic appeal.
Hidden beneath a layer of mist.
Spring is there in every step
