فَاَصْبَحَتْ كَالصَّرِيْمِ

A sword of sweetness and solace, your arched brow

Brings the soul to question, just how?…

Between timeless coronation sets of old and polished emeralds that were

We have rarely seen beauty in it’s true form, save for the light of her

Every delicate thread of gold and silver quilted across the sapphire sky

Is but a half hearted hint to the broidered jewels of her eye

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It’s from الله