A fine mole down the blue mountain sky cannot be weighed out! It's the cosmos's gold dust the earthy depth triumphs. Oh earth, our close clay-star is far ahead of the day at noon. Ahead of the moon ahead of the Neptune!
With a million dash of curiosity every new sunrise paints upon her black box with the roaring fire. Yet the ****** is a veiled wonder!
It has the plethora a room for everyone and time for timeless times. Guess, with her longhand what an inside scoop did it pick out?
You too can be in the know It's the feminine beauty all in all. You may have by now seen women million and one. The earth is eyeing on only one!
Her closest admirer is the star of the very luminary bunch with open eyes in the hearts. Her dead man is waking up sniffing the daylight by her. Yet to make the discovery both are still wondering outside!