Miss World Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

in the star chic the one
is enrapturing with greatest brilliance
lightly she is knocking the string of imagination
in order to press the voice box with the emotion
and for a moment to let eyes
dance by chiaroscuro of the body
covered with thin matter
spinning with train a bit too long
in transit after the trophy
for most beautiful
she is underlining the charm
of the intangible beauty
with the smile of Aphrodite
at least there was a smell of a freshness
of the nature
received the crown cleverer... (?)