The Birth of Beauty

Rosy flowers are sprinkled,behind a pale seashell grows

The mystery of goddess’ divine beauty,a fragile pearl

Whose strings woven by Uranus ‘neath the flutterin’ water

Is pampered by her beauteous presence,ready for some fresh air

Slowly, the waves are moving towards to pure shores

Where all the mortals gathered in awe of appreciation  

An instant breeze is smeared all over the sea, splendored view

Vulnerably bare yet beautifully flare – magical moments ensnare

Catching the eyes of the sturdy presences but those eyes lose

Vision since goddess Venus has risen,the joyous sense of love has arisen

Nymphs and sirens shall take a bow, their beauty and merriment will fade away in a row

Out of pale seashell, goddess cleanse her fair complexion with the gold warmth of sand

The wind adorns her mesmerizing blonde curls with touch of flavours blended with love

And passion,proudly she walks through the isle she dwells on, to disperse the insight of

Beauty, another rose falls upon to the earth – the goddess  stares at the sun she fancies

Beneath the shower of beams of the sun, Venus blooms like  tulips entangled within

Thousands of colour, Luna pretends to be her lover – but her genuine lover is sun

As she is the daughter of daylight and  watery foams fluctuating upon the wild sea

& the goddess belongs to sparks which fondly she likes being in front of the people see

The mystery of her divine beauty ‘neath the flutterin’ water,dreaming her dreams

To be beautifully seductive!