Her eyes,
They're the epitome of artistry.
When she smiles,
Her eyes glisten like stars.
Glowing with the touch of love,
Glimmering with the trace of innocence.
She has the heart of gold
So authentic and so pure
Even in other's happiness,
It pounds in delight,
It sings merry songs.
She's blessed with the beauty,
Endowed with the pure charm.
Falling in love with her delicacy.
Nightingale sings for her,
Songs of joy!
Songs of happiness!
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Dedicated to my little sister who turns 11 today. She's truly my idol. Anyway, leave your wishes. I'll convey all of them to her. ♡
That dress is my fave btw. Haha.
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PoésieI was terrestrial You belonged to the ocean Somewhere along the shoreline We got lost. #16 in Nepal Cover by myself.
