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BEAUTOPIA
Her hair without proper fold Guiding air in go a silky gold Her joy with break for a while Lips making a way for smile Her charm resting over cheek Like a bud in Blooming peak Words are locked by two key Her eyes a beach of Blue sea Her age is used to sculpt…
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Fairy Chimney
Fairy chimney makers unseen Sculptor Who came in Cappadocia to sculpt her Is it summer, Is it winter or Is it rain ? Left his skill for all like poet’s refrain Above the ground Over the tall rocks small – small basically beautiful blocks Image source