Who Is She

She is a cold hearted
Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs
Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts
She is silly girl with so much class
Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame
She has a desire of something like her imagination
She has so much of charm
No one’s takes their eyes off
She is a sand,
With time everyone losses their grip from
That brave heart who stood strong again and again
She is that puzzle nobody known how to solve
She is a woman she is a irony
She is that dream which never happend to anyone
She has a eyes of eagle Shap and focused
She is someone everyone desires off
She is a girl of her own kind
She is rarer to find and harder to forget
She is a nightmare ,she is a day dreamer
She is that aspect nobody finds off.

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