Johnny Chang Poems

My God! Oh, What Word you gave to this World?
Creation of Beauty was Innocence.
What Immorality Human made hurled;
a little of my thoughts, they are nascence.
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Love me for nothing,
love me pure.
Heart does the bidding;
beat it more.
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For I may have wandered and search for My Joy At The Immortal Sadness;
for I Do carefree Your Ways Of Dying So Living Ever, My Madness!
The Ringing Of Verses still an entangled music to my melody;
The Works Of Writing is just a lines of an ink rolling pen's loyalty.
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