Poetry about the woman

Close your eyes

And think

You were born on a wheelchair

this city

A woman walking on her own foot

does not like!

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in me

An uprising is on the way

Regain my wife

I'm worried .......

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Maybe some women do not want to miss it.

Maybe just sing freely

Until someone finds it

It's like the same thing that you do.

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Femininity means that

Vector phone

And let someone go from someone ...

Not that it is a holy day

Not that you do not have your own hand.

One time

Adam wants to let someone know

So be it your heart is important to someone!

These days that

I let it go and let it out

As if I'm the most beautiful woman in the world ...!

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If a woman does not work,

There is no love either.

Shakespeare and Hafez and Romeo and Juliet and Shirin and Farhad

But they are lagging.

If somebody reads a woman, come here.

Almost all of the literature, cinema and art in the world must be taken with them.

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I've promised the man

If i went

Be suspicious of your wife ...

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I'm also a woman of my poetry

That grief is a few millennia

Your larynx passes

And remember the bans on tea that

With you

Every day she looks at her

To the brown cafe of your eye

Posting

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The woman recognizes the truth of love early,

With a strong sense of woman.

And if he brings it, it is

Love is not enough for him.

He wants more than love, your life

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The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

Not in the face or in the way of hair dressing.

The beauty of a woman is in her eyes.

His eyes are the way to enter his heart.

Where love is