How will it be possible? When one goes madly nothing seems impossible.
Three may keep a secreat if two of them are dead, why should i do what others have done?
Yes now she is a flower, but how about that hour? , the uncovering of the flour, what will one do?
Am I the Da Vinci the mathematician? , Am I the Da Vinci the physician? Or maybe self proclaimed magician?
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Nice poem, thanks for sharing!