Africa silhouette
A velvet skin, a golden glow,
Where the savanna breezes blow.
The eye is caught, a pleasant sight,
But perfection, they say, is not quite right.
If the chest holds fruits of heavy prize,
The seat is small, a modest size.
A bust that whispers
Look at me
Leaves the hips a slender tree.
Yet, if the hips do softly sway,
And the "Yansh" takes over the day,
A shelf that stands with gentle pride,
The bosom small, has nowhere to hide.
Yet in this dance of form and grace,
A unique beauty finds its place.
Each silhouette, a story told,
In patterns vibrant, brave and bold.
With strength that carries through the years,
A laughter that dispels all fears.
The elegance of every stride,
With dignity and inner pride.
No single mold can ever hold,
The many wonders to behold.
In every height and every line,
A radiant spirit starts to shine.
So walk with grace, with head held high,
Beneath the vast and watchful sky.
In every features' soft release.
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