PORTRAIT(S)
Eyes take
turns
Making
turns
To take a
glimpse
Of the miss.
Dark iris
of her eye
Hangs high
On the roof
of her eye.
Her body
bears no flaw,
Has a nice
straight flow
Without
taking turns
And making
some bends.
Some are
not straight
They
fascinate,
They call
delight.
Beauty
speaks loud
To a big
crowd,
It’s not
for the coward
But makes
one proud.
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