Beauty - Poem by Mozafar Ali
Would I Dare Tell the Girl of Her Beauty?
So Blessed and Elegant,
The Way She Walks, Her Structure Grabs Eyes,
As She Follows Down the Valley,
She Picks the Daisy Flowers from Their Stems,
The One Thing That Makes Her Smile,
As She Strolls by the Coast the Wind Blows Through Her Hair,
Black and Long, Radiant Just Like A goddess,
Watching Her Bend Down to Splash the Water,
And Run Away As the Tide Comes Close By,
As She Runs She Shows the True Rhythm in Her Thighs.
The Day Comes Near To Its End,
She Walks Through the Village to Her Home,
Them Heads Turn For Her Blessed Beauty,
Like My Eyes, Theirs Is Thirsty For A Glance.
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