The little beauty
Born of a curse or blessing
Who knows?
Belief holds she's born out of magic
You see her as you perceive a spell
Spells are meant to bound
Either like a blessing or a curse
Golden hairs flow like sunshine
Brightening the darkness of the universe
Skin shines like the stardust gave birth to her
A smile curved perfectly like a crescent moon
When you feel blinded by such ethereal beauty,
Her soul shines like glittering night sky.
Oh, I'm grateful to the mighty God's
To give birth to such a magical heaven on Earth.
May she have the most beautiful Fate
One which even life would get jealous of..
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Poems of A soul
PoetryBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
