In the middle of the dense grooves,
A sculpture stood tall,
it was of a man so divine
and celestially handsome.
His face was perfectly sculpted
by a divine sculpturer,
his head was festooned with a gold crown.
his curly black hair, as soft as the clouds, reached to his shoulders.
His torso was well-built,
the shoulders were as if they
were made of tusks of elephants.
His glowing black skin contrasted the golden cloth which hung loosely over his shoulder.
His hands reached his knees,
his biceps were adorned
with armlets and hands with rings and jewels.
His face carried an enchanting, calming and mischievous smile,
which was capable of holding minds in a trance.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
