She walks in bare beauty,

Eyes a symphony, silhouette - blooming tulip,

Her glimmer opens the door to a lingering enthralment,

I wonder if she is my same old friend.

The unspoken words of her countenance speak million in a single frame,

Waving mane, nun like sanctity ;

And oh such an assurance;

she is none but in a new avatar of poise and my inimitable friend...

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NOTE :

this is an ode written for the poet's dear friend and dedicated to the same person to assert the beauty and sanctity of that winsome heart ❤️

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Take care my darlings 🧡

-- Love ' Isa '