Her silver streaks,
In Raven tresses,
Are stars on new moon.
With smile like sunlight,
That blinds the eye,
She has blinded me.
Boundless spirit,
With golden skin,
Curves of cuteness,
With heart of kindness,
Oblivious to my heart,
And her beauty,
Is the savior,
Of my soul.
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Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
