By Farah Ghazi
To you, whom, I — Subjected a monologue
A madness one;
The calmness you bring is so potent that I can’t form a picture of someone more beautiful.
But— How bizarre you are, For allowing the sun shimmers on your pretty ebony eyes, Just to let me cry.
And knowing well that the ‘allure’ you hold will forever be second to none.
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