Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Well. Well. Dear simon. 'Call from hell'. An Awakening one, alerting not to go wrong route. An eternal lyric. A simply great Profile and fascinatingly reflecting template. Thanking You for sharing and with Best Wishes.
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