Friday, May 4, 2012

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Licking softly the gentle Spring around,
The light fragrance makes his lips so fond.
The eyes are blue glassy stones,
Like the flying songs not bound.
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Yoseph Lupu 25 February 2013

I enjoyed reading your poem!

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Jerry Hughes 30 August 2012

...........excellent writing Wang, thanks for posting. Cheers, Jerry

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