That
day all models are walking on the ramp,
All
woman are performing like angels in the sky,
The
stepping, the style, the movement of body,
Each
and everyone contains a story, a beautiful telling
A
tale of beauty and creation of lovely fashion creator,
Worth
and learned are the creators’ new designs,
And
the vibrant are walking of the woman beauties,
All
are lines of dominance of beauty, amongst visitors.
Suddenly
comes the fall from the wrong or loose stitches,
One
woman model startles with her sliding strap
From
shoulders, and she somehow holds the dress up,
With
her one hand, and walks boldly, swinging other hand.
It
tells the readiness of the models to hold missing links,
And
women are active to hold that gap in tight grip,
A
strange quality that they can do, if not otherwise nails
Of
the pencil hill shoes get broken, that may make them injured,
Yet
they continue with bright and lustrous walking in light,
And
cameramen and industrial crews are holding business true,
It
is grandiose, well started shows hosted for selling all
Commodities
of life and love, flowering on our body charms.
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