Having taken my mirror of you
To myself
I see your poems
And make me amazing
The views on the world
Thoughts are used of metaphorical unusual
Give me a happiness and a glance
By saying that
There is not only one person who is
Suffering from this thought of sickness
Though the world changes slowly
Many nights and days insist to wake up
For a new and hopeful day
To the earth that is normally passes
So that, we are all abnormal
In the sense of poets
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