Covering her beauty For she knows That beauty isn’t precious If it is easily obtained Her black eyes gleaming in the twilight The wind dancing through her silky hair The desert is her paradise Her hands embroidered with henna Her enchanting voice echoing in the dunes And in the sky is the moon And yet beware of her craft For every rose has a thorn.

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Oil painting on canvas

Size 80*60 cm

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By Salam Noah

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