Sheen

I have been waiting for her in a golden evening, time is running with a faster speed. She hasn't come yet! I'm listening to the songs of beauty with the wings. What the birds sing while loving during their flights and what's the meaning of their so sweet songs I asked it from the silent flowers. Listening to my question, the shy buds veiled their faces in the green leaves but I saw sheen in colors of the bloomed flowers the flowers smiled boldly. I felt the aroma turned more ecstatic. And I saw butterflies rushing to the flowers More sheen for the petals More aromas for me! I now understand what the birds sing, I now understand why the buds are shy I now know why the flowers smiled. But my shy beloved hasn't come yet. I am missing the sheen. The shadows are lengthening I see aurora on the western sky. Birds in hurry, singing and dancing are going back to the nests. And when I am passing a beautiful evening with clouds sometimes hiding the moon sometimes exposing it's beauty with the sheen what's going on behind the clouds who kisses the moon bringing such a sheen or it's the naughty moon who is kissing the Venus Yes, I see Venus turning brighter! I can do what the moon did with the Venus I shall let her shy but I shall smile like a bold flower, while loving the sheen on her face. But where is she? Why one promises if one can't keep the promise! I should go back now without the sheen. Suddenly she came in a colorful dress with ecstatic perfumes, and then everything vanished except the sheen.