I was a poet.
The spirit of a poet
went astray into
my little body.
I spoke as a
fragrance pearls.
And pearls are
so weird being
in the middle
of river stones.
My mind as
the thousand crosses
in a a match box.
That's why I am anomaly.
Fragrance Pearls
7:01 AM | Labels: Romantic Love Poems, Romantic Poems |
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