She does not know how she looks unless I picture her through my words....
unless she stares in my eyes,and my eyes traces her beauty...
If only mirrors weren't there,the world would have been sheer beautiful...
and the words would have gained a deference attention,
and stillness of water would have got more reflections...
and paintings would not have just smeared colors,
It would have textured the life...
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
She does not know how she looks unless I picture her through my words....
unless she stares in my eyes,and my eyes traces her beauty...
If only mirrors weren't there,the world would have been sheer beautiful...
and the words would have gained a deference attention,
and stillness of water would have got more reflections...
and paintings would not have just smeared colors,
It would have textured the life...
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