Naughtiness, Clumsiness maybe this words born after she was born only
She’s the mischief in a silent night.
Tripping on her own steps, yet standing like royalty’s right.
Eyes sparkling with a prank untold,
A smirk that hints at stories bold.
Clumsy as a child chasing butterflies,
Dropping files, spilling tea — yet never losing pride.
Her laughter? A melody that teases fate,
Her winks? Trouble served on a silver plate.
Sharp as truth,
Bold as a whispered dare,
Yet elegance clings to her like jasmine in midnight air
A rebel draped in grace,
A hurricane with a princess’s face.
She isn’t just a woman.
She’s chaos and wit all wrapped in playful disgrace.
She laughs at rules and stumbles through doors,
Yet every glance follows where she soars.
Naughty as moonlight slipping past blinds,
Clumsy hands but the sharpest mind.
She’s sharp yet nurturing, elegant yet unbound, a woman impossible to limit or control. Her very name reflects both mystery, vast potential and its
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straight emotionless freak ❄️
Hey it's anuska right
2025-08-02
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