I. Imagine time and prison
love is livid
but every heart;
vein.
II. Roaring music over paradise
celebrate what never could.
If rain must leave,
let it speak brilliant murmurs.
Please tell me what you think
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i find it a high possibility that one day [likely after our deaths] my dear claireabelle will be a famous poet.
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Simple and Devine
A gift indeed
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It's excellent how you have captured so much in such few lines. I wish I had that gift.
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