Beautiful Women's Poems
When the rain is blazing
the wind shouted moanly
she remains beautiful
without feeling pain
when I was alone
sitting up in my friend's imagination
he removed all the bad shadows
and as if to touch my heart
when the sun shines brightly ahead
hot so for mercy
he looks politely charming
accompanied by graceful colors
when dark night comes
when all that feels beautiful wandering around
I heard there was a prayer chanting
in it full of hope
I know it's him
which I always congratulate her presence
so pretty she is
though I will not touch him
