In a moonlit park, there she was
I was walking but when I saw her standing, i just froze
she was looking up at the sky
and by her perfect body and pretty face, she seemed shy
The beautiful eyes of her
lit up with hope that someday her dreams will come true and nothing will be blur
Her hair so perfectly fallen over her shoulder
like snow falls over the mountains
she snuggled up her coat as it got colder
at first her stare was so intense
but then she smiled and her cheeks turned red
and i could feel my heart melt
i felt like we're all stones thrown because of our sins
but she is the one who can be made into a diamond ring
her silky black hair came on her face due to the wind
She looked like heaven
like by Aphrodite, she was craft
and that was the day I truly saw art.
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She is Art (Poem)
الشعرThis poem is from the perspective of a boy who sees a girl and admires her beauty. He describes her as much as he can and appreciates the art that she is. He appreciates art and tries to put into words his expression of beauty he sees anywhere and e...
