The girl with those mesmerizing eyes,
Eyes filled with love,
The beautiful wheatish skin,
The natural beauty of a pearl,
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I too mistook the girl as the poetess herself, but when I read her reply to Me Myself And I, i have no alternate but to think the poetess unconsciously imagines her childhood. Even if the girl is not the poetess and just an imagination, at least nonsense of her childhood is reflected in that girl who was lost with the childhood. It's a graet poem.................10
Haha, not at all! I was just immature then.This is my first poem. I now truly believe, that love doesn't exist.
This a lovely poem. continue to write sara.