#Poetry of illusions or illustrations of all sets of mind and soul
Your melting voice, oh! Reminds me of an old song, A song where Lyrics are enough to materialize your soul, and takes you to a heaven Your internal beauty, is an immortal, deathless magic, like a lovely book, where unfair to judge the true quality or characteristics by its cover And your naughtiness, anger, mischief are they beautiful art of a soulful poetry You are nothing, just our illusion our imagination, a complete black magic over a white paper