BEAUTY
Standing in the aisle of forest
Holding white rose,
Thinking of a prose,
Just like a flower, I have my own fragrance
Which shows my magnificance
Standing in my power
And accepting blessings that universe showers
Leaving my marks,where I walk
My every move is like hawk
Boldness in my talk
In my eyes every one gets lock..
Copyright © Harsha Singh | Year Posted 2023
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