Touching the Hem of Beauty See
TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE
Beauty of a beautiful brunette
Brings me back to a brittle moods
Bright eye, eye bouncing
Along a blind alley
I counted the moon that rises
As the farthest of galaxy, making me to
Dawdle to talking broach of a royal bird that struck
My heart pendulous
Thus daunting the processing of my dating agent
Still in my brittle mood
The mood that moves
Pure as the starting glory of the day break
Singing the chorus of the dawn
Her winding air are numbered
Piercing my inner mood
With the thought as Damocles
I filled, head over heels, with love
With her vibrating self
Whereas her head dress head casing
The head hunter which all coming to touch the hem
Of her flowing garment that heals the lovesick
Another day, i saw her
In a close lane
I saw her, keeping her head down
In all her all attractive elegance...
So i planned my request
The muted discuss that reincarnate in thought
My deep shy feelings was en covered
Giving me much words that woos.
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