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Your love, my angel made me a poet
I tried to catch the words in vain
To spin my line,to sleep my pain
And meet the goddess ,not by foot
But imagen to be with lovely cute
No phrases arise,my mind so mute
Suddenly the words comes as the rain
When love arrow from eyes you shoot
Now sailing into the ocean so easy
And hunting the meaning from the nature
The water ,the sky, said the teacher
She shows me the way ,made me glad
Her sacred love borne, poet,lovely crazy
And gave me what I have not had
so Just read my poem when you be sad
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