started writing poems to impress a girl.
The purest form of gold ever unearthed.
Melted with all the love on earth.
shaped by the best sculptors known to time.
your a an art by form, A poetry by character.
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Morning Means light to many
It means the same to me too
But I don't call it light
I love mornings because
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YoU ARE the moon to my eyes,
YoU ARE the Sun of my days,
You may be far from me,
Sometimes hidden by clouds.
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As shiny and dark as the beautiful night sky
As soft and silky as a peacock feather
Not too long or not too short
In perfect length to match your beaut
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I woke up 4 in the morning today
it was surprisingly bright,
I went out and saw no sun.
the light was coming from the west,
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