The Look

Poem By Carol Ann Duffy

Smoky are her eyes
When he gaze into those
A cool wind blows
And he is iced
Strawberry are her lips
When she whispers
Musical strings vibrates
And  his heart resonates
Like cherries are her cheeks
When she smiles
Those dimples takes him to the peak
Shiny and bouncy is her hair
So soft and smooth
Which smells amazing
Just to stop his beats
He says her looks are breathtaking

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Which smells amazing! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a very wonderful and very enjoyable poem about breathtaking.
continued - jhaDpher jaise us k gaal hain jab vo hansti hai to us k hilkoray usko ek pahaD par utha le jate hain us k phailay baal chamakte hain reshmi jaise mulayam hain khushboo se bhare hue hain jab vo usko dekhta hai us k dil main chaku lag jate hain aur vo kehta hai - usay dekhte hi dekhte mera saans bund ho jata hai
continued - uske hont laal laal tamatar jaise hain laal laal cHaDpher se hain wo unko khana chahta hai jab wo bolti hai uska dil pigal jata hai sureeli ghantiaN bajne lag jati hain dil main sitar apne aap taron par suraiN bajati hai aur uske dil main hal chal machal jati hai


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