There is no face like hers
So fragile to touch
smooth surface
Crystal eyes
Plump lips
A beauty to admire
The shine of sunrise on her skin
His gold present she is
Her smile
Her laugh
Her humor
A beauty to admire
Ever since his eyes lend on her
The urge of touching her face never left his thoughts
Her dark black hair symbolizes the perfect crown
Long and shiny
Simply like a princess
A beauty to admire
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The Wine in Your Thoughts
PoetryA compilation of contemporary poetry book with a mix of random thoughts and scenarios. Enjoy reading. All written in this book is product of my imagination and feelings. Any similarities might be just coincidence. Any part of this work and as a w...
