Her Smile Mona Lisa
Her beauty not Japanese
Or German
Not either English
Nor Irish
Her beauty not consumed in Bollywood
Or either tabbed in Hollywood
The beauty pure hidden her soul
Not words what could bear
Nor either colors can paint
But only I can say
Oh her smile's talk
Took my heart
Eyes twisted
Dark of night
To the dawn of Mona lisa
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