A Sunset in the Church..

The church was barren,
but for a pew;
A girl was kneeling ,
wet in the dew;
i sat her next,
n watched her pray;
Red wet hairs fallen on her back,
like shadows on hill'after sun sets.....
Pink lips parted,
murmuring few words;
tears rolled down,
warming her lips;
As sun sets down,
in sea at d dusk;
So was the beauty,
ethereal untouched...
.......Achal a.k.a The Dead Poet