The Beauty Of The Daughter Of Zion.

In the realm where mountains kiss the sky,
Zion's grace, a celestial sigh.
A sanctuary of rocks that rise,
Painted hues where the sun implies.

A beauty that words can’t describe
Something that was written in story of scribes,
Songs were written and music of brass
No one but the daughter of Zion, Beloved.

In the tapestry of time, a gem refined,
A lady graced, in beauty enshrined.
Her eyes, a haven where stars find repose,
A universe within, where true radiance glows.

Golden strands that cascade like silk,
A crown of grace, softer than milk.
Her smile, a sunbeam, a celestial trace,
Illuminating the world with gentle grace.

A silhouette adorned in elegance,
Her presence, a sonnet, a rare resonance.
Each step, a dance in the moonlit night,
A symphony of beauty, a breathtaking sight.

In the canvas of beauty, she's a masterpiece,
A sonnet whispered by the winds of peace.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and sweet,
A timeless ode, where admiration meets.

Oh, lady fair, in beauty's tender hold,
A tale unfolds, more precious than gold.
In admiration's embrace, forever she'll be,
A living poem of beauty's symphony.

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