Definition of Goddess
"Her face is too good
to be true. She is rocking it."
"Is that Aphrodite?"
"So gracious! She is a goddess!"
Praises of the souls
captivated by a woman
in a glittering and
sophisticated black dress,
designed perfectly for her
slim figure and porcelain skin.
She was to die for
and even proved it more
when she promenaded with
grace in silver pump shoes
wearing one of the most
charming smiles one has ever
gazed at that shined like
the golds hidden in a treasure
box when the spotlight
followed her beauty.
Diamonds and ruby
prettified her neck kissing
the visible collarbones and
draped over her shoulder
was a long auburn hair
braided and embellished
with iridescent hair jewels.
It was a perfection that people
in the dome applauded
and cheered as though
she performed an impossible.
Pleasure and joy filled her
heart for doing what she loves:
showing her truest expression
and embracing her passion.
That makes her a real goddess,
a beautiful masterpiece
in a museum called world.
She knows that; she is reminded by
people with every word of admiration.
"Why is she not conscious
about her looks?"
"She is like Athena with all
the stuff but she doesn't
look like a goddess at all."
"She looks average."
Remarks of the souls
about the woman in a
simple and conservative
washed-silk ivory blouse
and black skinny trousers,
neither concealing her
unflawless body nor hiding
her scarred soul but being
comfortable to that style
of her habitual choice.
She held her glasses in place
and walked with modesty
holding books to her chest;
a fantasy-genre she never wants
to end on top of two literature
books she is obsessed with
wearing the most genuine smile
one has never paid attention to.
She sat on a bench and placed
them next to her as the perfect
setting lured her to play
with her pen and blank pages.
She pulled her long black
wavy hair up into an effortless
ponytail before anything else,
some strands brushing her face.
That fine day, only the sun
setting and the flowering plants
stayed to witness the moment.
But pleasure and joy filled her
heart for doing what she loves:
showing her truest expression
and embracing her passion.
That, darling, makes her a real
goddess, a beautiful masterpiece
in a museum called world.
Though she does not know that.
Nobody is reminding her.
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roses of the world
Poetry❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
