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She is You

Orginal Poem:

Curling her hair like flowering the vine Her beauty grows every day as old red wine
Gliding her face up like touching the sky She dreams to go up high as a kite to fly
Rolling her hips like an erotic dance She makes her moves as it’s her last chance
Smiling with her lovely lips like she saw heaven on earth Full of sanguinity as a lovely charming face from birth
Tapping hands like thunder clapping Creating music as the resonances of rainwater dropping
Twirling ribbon like painting a rainbow Winning hearts as a girl on fire with her flips that bow
Waiting for rain like a many-hued peacock She is priceless as a dazzling precious diamond rock
Waving hands like a pageant queen Flawless look as a white rice with imperfection unseen
Walking on streets like floating in clouds Forever youthful as a beautiful girl differentiated from crowds
Love her curling, gliding rolling, smiling, tapping, twirling, waiting, waving, walking She is a pretty girl,  but you don’t be sad because Baby, she is you,