No one appreciates
her peculiar beauty
nobody percieves
her roseate display
she's the gray of
the night and day
even herself couldn't
discern her pulchritude
so as they—who seems
to see without realization
they couldn't grasp
her entrancing wonders
they don't know
but she's my cynosure
and for me she's the
exquisite piece of nature.
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Fri, March 26, 2021
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Poems for Her
PoetryA compilation of poetries from an admirer who wrote a bunch of poems for the girl he adore.
