Woman of the Eden

Raising naive the sun surpised he was for her hairstyle, as telling to the sky about modals of siren when really she was praying to an wingy angel, begging your soul to find the world, perhaps a sagrade journey to paradise, the place where soul is idol and left aside the temple we care along the time or...we left it runs.
There was not just the hairstyle of this Woman of the Eden somebody could think to talk around a life, but you and you all would not doubt enquiere a dance. Neither she was to dance nor to talk around, instead she softly looked for a heart to beat together as the wings run.
Really we would remember that lady and despite daily affairs, on behalf of the sky that shine amazing whoever dare a race with he runs, we would say she's a lady of a magic plan.