suppose a beatiful, attractive,Aphorodite like woman lying on her back holding her hair over waterfall. The purity of water and the innocence of white are flowing from her hair. The redness after the sun sets is glowing in her face like the stains in sheet giving us some clues about her passions. The rocks just seem ignorant to what she has in deep and even they are chatting face to face about something else. Waves are rushing to catch the woman’s hair before sunset.She has closed her eyes with sun’s going down . Maybe she will be awaken to another day by the proud, purple sky. The branches from two sides of woman are as gren as our newly sprung hopes.