》Don't usually,er...wasn't staring with any purpose
The fascinating void just draw me to it's blue,
Flashing just about when i saw her a thought arose
Glared questioning her identity she had yet no clue.
She got in and sat across me making my curiosity sore
Every blink I would have taken admired beauty she bore
She was old wore a shabby sari that had legacy of history she own
Had her hair tied back with religious cloth and not much of body shown
For me her face and hands so rich old wine
To get more drawn into thought of her vine
I first looked at her forhead sculpted with perfectly fenced wrinkles, so elegant
Just between her thin brows had an authentic scarlet bindi, so vibrant
Her eyes oh my 'one in a million' a creation, so classy
Had not it though the freshest white but glimmer no less then shine, heavenly
Of candle she reminded me of, who had endured the fire,
As wax had she melted of burn and emotion nothing had ever seen anything so dryer.
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SHE WAS「그녀는」
PoetryIt's a short unbridged poem of a thinker who comes across her. Who might that 'HER' be? 잘 잘 읽으십시오. 네 인생은 한 잊을 수없는 사건 살려주세요.
