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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

My sweetest poem

And the broken wings
I thought are my fate
Despair, sorrows, falls, heartburns
will stick to me forever,
I began to think of late

And then you come
with your magic touch,
you kissed and healed my every flaw
Who knew you would smile
at me in the way as such
Now stay and keep this spell,
unbroken for eternity long
Be with me on my lips,
My sweetest poem, My Beautiful song