She likes words'
Mist on herbs'
In touch with nature'
Like whistling birds,
Form structured with mystic curves,
the sun echos her beauty,
Her beauty echos the sun threw mystery words,
Mind of forethought and scrunity,
were always longings of mine'
with withstanding time'
that can only confess,
is emotion,
Malevolence is part of life,
Hurdling affliction is security,
loves is blind'
like death,
to see the light'
The Only allie is Time.
Nickolous Nevins 1-1



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