Salma

Salma is a pretty name Of a pretty woman who lives Somewhere on our planet, She might be on top of a passing Cloud riding towards the unknown worlds, She might a flower or a rose in a field Or in a pretty garden no one caring for, She might be in a missing village somewhere On a rocky hill anywhere and everywhere, She might be a friend of a pretty book Inside a house near the fireplace, She might be the name of a pretty planet Still not discovered up in the skies, She might be a pretty villager goes here And there to sing and to play in nature, She might be anyone who is waiting for Something or someone anywhere and everywhere, She might be here now or she might be in Uncle Sam's dreamland looking for her luck, and She might be hidden behind the pretty horizon Waiting the pretty knight to come to take her somewhere.