She wasn’t from the land of people,
it seems that she stepped from the hanging white stone;
as eye soothing as that moon.
No words can describe her face,
no words can define her grace.
Those scars were the captivating bug,
making her egregious even in her aging tug.
her eyes speaks for her, lips were just for the outlook,
hair goes around the waist,
her untouched virginity,
her innocent face; telling that she is not less than the goddess of beauty,
landed to the wanderstar to claim her presence and her eternal beauty
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