Monday, September 24, 2012



The crowd stopped when raisins
And parading so much beauty,
Defying nature itself
The nymphs are lost in vain fumes,
And when my path you want, moths
Following each step firmly
Love to show up in fortress
Overcomes fears of threats.
And taking me to glory bolder,
And it made my way alone
Allows you to see divinity
And so it was that rare goddess
As much as enraptured audience this
It is certainly my clarity ...


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