Posted: November 28, 2016 by FALADE in creative writting

This is the stand
which makes her name sound
Like the gentle waves
the movement of the stream.

Nothing beyond her beauty
Uncertainty to the beholder,
Unclear to the owner
Yet nothing seems to shout.

On her Walking heels,
she bends with her button
Another media to shine
I saw a lasting beauty.

The white sets
covered with the soft rounds
A sideless curve
pressed in her shape.

Her nails are selected
straight with the fingers
no grease out of her waist


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