Dear,
Can you say love to one you do not fall in!?
Can’t you say no to one you fall in?
This is you,
This is me,
This is him, her, and them
This is me
I am me,
Happy birthday
To me? You did say it?
I am born and I am dead
each day is my born day
if joyous joyful is full of joy,
how could I become
the joyous joyful joy
itself
each measure ego each measure of excess fought miss
THE DANCER The morning dew in happiness of the morningBird sing along beatifully..... Wind blowing in the morning breeze
spilled and spattered in the prism
Orange sky is when I seat on my porch It’s my sweetest grieve It’s when I lay my life in the hand of faith and silently embrace my wounds and my happiness
I see you quite in many days Sir,
sumtimes not at all
You are the best painting that i admire the most
You write letters even when i'm near you
Life is counted sweetest
The return too soon
It fell to earth, I knew not where
For, so swiftly it flow, that sight
It seems there is nothing at all
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