The dawn rises from your Eyes 👀 and smiles
And in a flash of your beauty, the melody flows
How you walk, the breeze stirs for you As if your feet are feast of blood on the ground
And poetry is a evening on the shoulders crumpled The breeze and gold are jealous of his magic, O temptation of beauty, is there forgiveness in the heart ❤️for a lover who is in your longing, does he yearn. I see you called beauty until the accusation, they gather in
The silence of the heavens, and in your life,
They seal it