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About This Poem
poetry for poets
Spying the open book in the library
Gold leafed cover looking rich and so pristine
Opening the pages my senses went awry
Wished so much that this precious book was all mine
Was like a poets paradise, ink pages of old
Where languages of love within are told
Poetry for poets, poetic words are penned
Licence of happiness where love never ends
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