I’m the poet,
everyone understands
eluding the thundering sky
and the oval falls
To touch the inches of
my harvesting skin.
I’m the poet, of myself
No eye falls of none
Sprouting the pure love for me
And eternal breath sowed
I write my own poem.
I’m the poet,
searching the songs of shade
Exploration my favorite poem
Speaking the steps of the blooms.
I’m the title of the untouched story
Often shout over the buried hurry!
I’m my favorite poet
unleashing my furious envy
I’m my favorite poem
expressing the thread of love
I’m my favorite story
Writing my exciting harmony!
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