A Burqa-Clad Beauty

A burqa-clad
Young maiden
Saw I at the bus-stop
Just with a cursory glance
Taking a bird's eye view
Of the young maiden
She passing by
And I doing the photography
Of the strange maiden,
The young mistress,
My love lady, dream girl
Making a portrait of her,
Keeping into
To finish it.

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