WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

FLOWER  OF GRACE
The face, a bloom, in springtime's gentle sway,
A delicate flower, bathed in morning's ray.
Petals unfold, in hues of rose and peach,
A vibrant tapestry, beyond human reach.
The eyes, like violets, with a gentle gleam,
Reflecting stars, a moonlit, silver stream.
The lips, like lilies, pure and soft to touch,
A whispered promise, loved oh, so much.
The brow, like willow, graceful, bending low,
A gentle curve, where thoughts begin to flow.
The cheek, like peach, a blush of softest hue,
A canvas painted, by nature's gentle dew.
And in this face, a beauty wild and free,
A symphony of nature, for all eyes to see.
A fleeting moment, captured in the air,
A timeless grace, beyond all earthly care.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI