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Women Beauty and Love


Her bangs falling on her forehead,
Rest of her hairs waving around like a beautiful mess,
The smile which adorns her face,
Her beauty making my heart race.

Her curls bounce as she jumps up and down,
Her feet move so fast when she goes round and round,
She looks like a hyper bunny
With her hands swinging around lazily.

Once again she runs off in her own world,
Standing for a few seconds before,
Running away bouncing happily,
She looks so sweet, so beautiful and carefree.

I can see the clothes she put on her tiny frame,
Her milk teeth, and her fragile hands,
I can hear the thumps of her feets wherever she lands,
I can still hear her eerie laughter as she plays.

I wonder who is she,
Why can't I see her face,
Yet know her like I know myself,
I wonder if she will be back again
Now that tiny body grew up so much
I became the bigger version of her.
But I know somewhere in my heart,
Resides that carefree girl,
I know now, when I smile she smiles too,
Because in this one body, the number of souls living are two.


Dr Romio (author) from United Kingdom on September 04, 2021:

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Maryam Fatima from Pakistan on September 04, 2021:

Nice poem.

Dr Romio (author) from United Kingdom on September 04, 2021:


manatita44 from london on September 04, 2021:

Interesting and deep piece.

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