Early in the morning today,
Seen through the eyes of fair form.
She was totally blue glow,
Although it's been a thirty she crossed.
She was standing forms of renditions arranged,
When I saw that my eyes were pleased.
Age couldn't touch upon her body,
The colorful hot of the youth was dancing under her feet.
She was wearing bee black tip on her forehead,
Her eyes flushed out of the game lamps.
The black hair was kissing on her forehead,
The purple coloured lipsstick was making vibration adhere to her lips.
The golden ring was glittering on her little finger,
She is really pretty.
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