When she laughs, the birds chirp joyfully.
When she talks, the wind blows happily.
When she walks, the flowers bloom brightly.
When she runs, the leaves sway in harmony.
And her every action is honor by mother earth.
As if nature is pleasure for her existence.
She who has beauty of a goddess.
She who has eyes glowing equal to the milky way.
She who has heart of gold.
She who has perceived the true meaning of beauty.
She is not she, but she is you.
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Poems for Her
ПоэзияPoems that I made while talking to the moon about you. These lines are between me and the stars. The metaphors were brought by the silence of the night.
