If my soul could hide in your roomy heart
Then I can whisper my rosary and occupy as an altarpiece.
I will remain forever as a hymn besides you,
Whenever you wander in the churchyard.
...
She explains;
'I am an Indian of an Iroquoian tribe
And I am sorry for my English slang.
I want you to thank for that beautiful poem
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'Haru O Aisuru Hitho wa
Kokoro Kiyoki Hitho
Sumire no Hana no Yona
Boku no *Tomodachi'
...
When a lovable hornet meets a slender flower
She has memories of her visitor.
After a little lull she replies,
'You are very familiar my dear but don't hustle like earlier'.
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You are the image of the World.
Your eyes are like two light houses
On the opposite poles.
Your nose, the tallest tower
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Beneath a huge mountain like an ant,
He watches the birds where they fly in the twilight sky towards their nests.
A single star gossips with the Moon.
And he hears their secret croon.
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Secretly,
from your heart-camera
I took few photographs
of your close-ups.
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The infant's cry stopped for a while.
I am sorry my baby, to read your mind
I drowned in the encyclopedia
But my dreary eyes failed to catch.
...
Yes it's still situated in the same place.
And it's very hard to find.
Surrounding almost changed.
They have flatten with bulldozers all and made skyscrapers around.
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They do experiments, acrobats and miracles et cetera.
Their radars never catch a slight picture of him.
Even they see never bother of zero figures.
The bourgeoisie organizations bloom like mushrooms
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