She does not wear white fabric on her skin
But the blood that runs through her vein
is as red as the blood that supports every being.
Her nose is one pinch behind
But it does breath the same fresh air
when flowers come in full bloom.
Her long dark hair may not tell the story
of the great golden hour
But it does rejoice playing through thin air.
Her eyes may not be as blue as the Caucasian sea;
it does not contain single drop of rainbow
But it is as deep as other well of thoughts.
Her kind of smile may not speak
the same language of superlative beauties
But she is undeniably beautiful
Uniquely crafted by the same artistic hands
that made all things beautiful.