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Thursday, 28 April 2011


Those eyes, you can’t stop looking
Weaved in, the tales she spins
Her beaming smile, set on you
But you walk away,
Its fragile, the heart

Stares at you, she does
Hypnotizes she, with them dusky eyes
Her smell intoxicates you
But you don’t say anything
It’s fragile, love

Beats faster the heart, when she approaches
Makes the moon dance, does her mischief
Her beauty rejuvenates you
But solitude, you drink
It’s fragile,  life. 


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