A poetry swinging on your curly hair
Jumped on your forehead, slid to the right eyebrow
To the left eyebrow, then to the eyelashes,
Walked on the bridge of the nose, and moved on to
The glowing cheeks, to the upper rosy lip
To get flown by your warm sighs to reach my page
(Composed with 11-syllable lines)
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