Beautiful merely a word As a fragile plastic inside uncertain Eden My eyes looking Down Then Using the Star as my guide I pass enchanting roses Awaits to break away Sharing my drinks with dying angel A silence laughter in Sahara Shadows of vanish rose Warm drops of liquid Ah a Sigh is it drop of sweat Or Silence pearls run through my eyes lid (if this a poem then im dreamin ) Isa 17/01/ 11
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