She

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With rosy smile and tender dimple she speaks

Of silent melodies, seasoning my heart to their beats.

A beaming bloom pervading my day, to gleam.

Her frisky looks there flow, and I but deem

It sinful with them Not to go. That seems

A sensuous mouth of mild and melting flutters;

Conspiring with her fragrant aspect and mutters

Doleful tales. She shivers..her eyes quiver

Unwrapping deep sorrow..a flooding river!

By: Mahmoud Keshk

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