A Girl
With her meduim height,
She is beauty, on a fair complexion,
With her friendly sight,
She is more beauty, inside her heart.
Black-brown colour of her hair,
Shoulder-touch, medium and loosen by her.
Black-lined eye, in a perfect way,
Red dot, between, but a bit upper her eyes,
Can't measure the depth of her love, why?
Dressed herself in black,
Diamond ring on her finger,
Seems the sky dark,
But, allowing the satrs to twinkle.
Black hill shoes, shows her a path,
Looks, red shawl, round her arms,
You stare at her,
But still, she moves forward.
She is beauty, on a fair complexion,
With her friendly sight,
She is more beauty, inside her heart.
Black-brown colour of her hair,
Shoulder-touch, medium and loosen by her.
Black-lined eye, in a perfect way,
Red dot, between, but a bit upper her eyes,
Can't measure the depth of her love, why?
Dressed herself in black,
Diamond ring on her finger,
Seems the sky dark,
But, allowing the satrs to twinkle.
Black hill shoes, shows her a path,
Looks, red shawl, round her arms,
You stare at her,
But still, she moves forward.
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