Poetry: Two Sisters

October 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

Two sisters, two beauties.
One has white crane’s grace,
The other swallow’s fervor.

The younger is full of youthfulness.
Her shape’s elegant, her face’s comely.
When she speaks, songbirds stop and listen.
When she smiles, proud flowers turn green with envy.

The elder is charming and understanding.
Her radiant cheeks inspire blossoms to bloom.
Her shining eyes are not unlike dazzling pearls.
Her brilliant face puts even the moon to shame.

Truly, there are no greater beauties.



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