The Heart That Flee

A heart that flee out of her chest,
And the bottom of smiles bewildering
From her crest; for beauty is her own
Strength and her soft pink lips painting
Heaven in devil’s despair,
Attraction always learn when she pose
On a spiral stairs; imagery of distinction
And People always gasp of astonishment,
For her beauty their memory will forever


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