Her soul is a tide of
different paradise.
Once fell in love can
never rise...
Praised like diamond,
behaves as stone...
Many eyes’ many lies her
heart is unknown....
A rose in a book smells
like a woman.
She is a secret, lies in
darkness of men.
An illusion to someone,
to someone a thing of pride.
Don’t let anyone to
know, why she cried.
Following her shadow is
the sweetest crime.
Can turn into witch at
any moment of time.
Myth says, her deeds
were never clear.
A lot of bloodshed due
to a golden deer...
In sleepless nights, I
see face of a cursed beauty.
Looks like widow of sun,
left all alone in dark city.............. {MOON}
I can spend next 100
years seeing her and it wouldn’t be a wasteful life...
She sacrificed all she
had, just to see a child happy.............. {Mom}
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