Beautiful woman
A pearl rose beholden to every moral man
The sways of her visible waist
Draws thousand glances totally divorcing their haste
The twinkling of her eyes
Causes even nature's hearts to emotionally rise
The twitching of her nose
Is like seeds of love, scattered in a barren hearts to make understanding grows
The stretching of her chicks
Can feed lustful soul for weeks
Her facial countenance, shattered doubts
Which jealous jaws had boldly spread out
Her palm are like ruby
Just like infant feets smooth and chubby
She hold collection of alluring praises
From lyrisist, novelist and poets from different races
But they all seems to have drowned in their emotions
For the slow death of this beauty faintly rides in their inward captions
Tis funny how this woman songs were sang for
Lay useless, unable to twitch sway, twinkles or stretch her body parts like before
And into pool of lost memory
Her beauty dies to be born in another woman's story
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