Pure Invention Poem by Eva Polak
Pure Invention
Prince of roses I ve dreamt of uou. Price of daffodils I ve seen you under a quarter of the moon. Marble chest, soft long hands, now tranches of an oak. (they look like tranches of an oak) .Prince of love, I ve kept my silence, prince of tulips, you wonder with fun fantasy. I wish for you days of peace, I wish for you to stay with the guys, you love.
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