The epitome of beauty in whose appearance the heavens adore.
The symbol of purity in whose eyes the star's adorn.
The pride of nations in whose eyes kings are restless.
The fountain of beauty in whose face queens are motionless.
The manure of plants in whose smiles the grains mature.
The rose of flowers in whose miles the brains restore.
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I love the ryhmes of the poem.
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ReplyDeleteAll hail the Gifted Poetry Foundation.
Queen Of Modesty, a poem written in due season.
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