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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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