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The sun rised at the east,
Making it's way to the west.
Breeze travels from the south,
Always puts a smile on my mouth.
From the green meadows,
And the sapphire sky,
Into your french windows,
With your words stand by.
The crystal clear ocean,
And the colorful reef,
A beautiful mission,
To save this and not grieve.
The tall trees and the chirping birds,
And the running herds.
My deep brown eyes met yours,
And that's when I became pure.
Purely happy, purely bright,
Seeing the beautiful night.
With the stars on the dark dome continuously giving birth,
To the stars, making this a heavenly earth.
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YOU ARE READING
HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
