Ideas they say are like noses,
For how noble or not it sounds.
So is the eye that dozes.
It blinks in freezing rounds.
Charm, they say is deceptive,
But beauty has a single perspective.
Simply put, we all like nice things.
Bcos love is not blind as they claim.
So approach me as I stand aside,
Although you may feel shy.
Maybe not for a bad why,
But for snares of a flashback.
What at all do you want?
And why think that you can't?
Just give this path a try.
It might be the street you'll 4ever ply.
Ply to this sane garden,
Where fruits are not forbidden.
The narrow road,
Where the story of Adam is told.
Beautiful piece
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