Are some of the women,
look like the mornings..
The eyes are a blue pearl
the spirit of life, the cradle of joy.
name is called, beloved.
But, unfortunately,temporary..
Are some of the women,
look like to noon..
Like I've been in stay under the sun
around the fire place.
If it is permanent,
dangerous influence...
Are some of the women,
look like the evening..
Candle in light shines in the eyes
like aged wine,
painter Canvas is not enough
sapient coquette,intellectual...
Are some of the women,
look like the night..
Black eyes full of mystery
in tenderness
seductive beauty
in him is not traces the evil...
There is a woman,
of all the hidden secrets the day with it..
Joy in the morning,at noon the fiery,
the evening of the wisdom and love of the night..
İf here conspiracy of silence,
coincided with an empty time of God...
OFS
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