This verbal portrait
You've painted with soft words.
I can see it right in front of me.
The smell of her silk washed hair
reaches my nose.
And her innocent laughter
fills my ears.
That's why you're called
A true writer.
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This verbal portrait
This verbal portrait
You've painted with soft words. This line got me hooked
I can see it right in front of me. Maybe replace "see" with something more elaborate, because it seems a too simple word for this poem
The smell of her silk-washed hair <3
reaches my nose.
And her innocent laughter
fills my ears.
That's why you're called
A true writer.
This verbal portrait
You've painted with soft words.
I can see it right in front of me.
The smell of her silk washed hair
reaches my nose.
And her innocent laughter
fills my ears.
That's why you're called
A true writer.
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