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The amature poet in me

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Moving alone in the ‘garden of emotion’

Filled with roses like that of the ‘Eden’

The air was blowing fresh and with comfort

I found a shade to rest my ribs

Without hesitating I saw her approaching

Dressed in style she looks like a jewel

With full confidence she moves and smiles

Beautiful! Indeed she is a ‘damsel’

Hello she said with voice like  music

I answered her with heart so admiring

She offered hand as sign of friendship

Before I do I realized, I am dreaming

Written by danmakaranta

October 23, 2009 at 10:49 pm

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