Elena Sandu


Small Talk Between Two Friends


-Where does the power
of a woman stay
I think it is in the perfect hair
a best dress
In her hips or ti.s
and beautiful legs?
-Hmm..Sometimes, maybe, yes
but those could be only
manipulating tools
won't fool for long
as easy as it comes,
puff!
Away to go with chunks of lust..
- Where does the beauty
Of a woman might
come from?
-The flame in her eyes
the fire of her heart
which keeps to burn
with love, it never stops,
giving her the shine of star!
Such woman dear friend
I wish for you to find.
Then, here's my advice:
piece of cake: hang on!
-Hahahahaaa, yeah!
kindly slapping
each other's shoulder
laughing, they said good bye
and see you next time.
But there's been less and less
of the next time because
one of them
A woman of beauty
Most lucky was to find...

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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