If I could write a poem
I would talk about her smile
that helps poor people across the world
sleep in the night
believing that there is god
May be I would talk about her thin hands
that midas would have been proud of
every metal that it touches turns gold,
every food it touches becomes nector
every soul it touches, is liberated
Or I could talk about her eyes
I would talk about her smile
that helps poor people across the world
sleep in the night
believing that there is god
May be I would talk about her thin hands
that midas would have been proud of
every metal that it touches turns gold,
every food it touches becomes nector
every soul it touches, is liberated
Or I could talk about her eyes
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