Joy
Like a rigid hill she stands
With her naughty look-
Pouting and smiling,
redish chin,yellowish skin.
Looking like the new moon,
striving to get her strength,
and bursts out bright,
beckoning to eyes to
behold and see.
Most time,i followed them-
even her stealthy eyeballs,
turning 360 degree, like
a lonely strained compass.
Even if sadness had taken me on a mile,
Her physiognomy did make me smile.
Sometime,i'd said to her:
'You know, sometime you seem funny!'.
Again she pout.
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