beauty (Remove filter)
h e r
this world is a universe
for she is a world
in herself
at every turn beautiful;
a billion flowers
in any garden of gloom
would bloom to her smile;
her existence is life
her instance pride
with sadness shied away
the swooned heart
travels miles in a beat;
every sweet smell
reminds me of her
the earthy perfume
rain sends forth
the flavored whiff
...Friday 10th April 2020 12:58 pm
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