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**When a poem comes to me, I see a mysterious maiden, her presence thrills me beyond words, my eyes, gaze deep in to hers, get electrified. poems, a  few of them, gently lift me up, I remember my mom and dad doing it to me,when I was a kid, I wanted to be lifted up again and again, the imagery transports me to an old world, where my eyes were  curious, senses growing outwards. And a few had hit me hard and , even hurt, 'cause I failed to hear, what needs to be heard I reel under the impact, but when I get up, love it, find I am not the  one before, transformed! And this one , meditative, makes me still, lights a gentle flame within, I feel divine. And the fun poem regales me like nothing else- ever did, with quirkiness and humor, without limits. A sublime poem is the one that takes me across, either up above my mind's sky, so vast, or depths of  marine blue where whales navigate, I am an unknown continent, waiting to be explored, this poem is an oceanographic expedition mysterious, I find myself a deep sea creature altogether- a new species,  none has ever found or named, and its observer at the same time,  magical!**
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
The poem I Llove is a Mysterious Maiden
**When a poem comes to me, I see a mysterious maiden, her presence thrills me beyond words, my eyes, gaze deep in to hers, get electrified. poems, a  few of them, gently lift me up, I remember my mom and dad doing it to me,when I was a kid, I wanted to be lifted up again and again, the imagery transports me to an old world, where my eyes were  curious, senses growing outwards. And a few had hit me hard and , even hurt, 'cause I failed to hear, what needs to be heard I reel under the impact, but when I get up, love it, find I am not the  one before, transformed! And this one , meditative, makes me still, lights a gentle flame within, I feel divine. And the fun poem regales me like nothing else- ever did, with quirkiness and humor, without limits. A sublime poem is the one that takes me across, either up above my mind's sky, so vast, or depths of  marine blue where whales navigate, I am an unknown continent, waiting to be explored, this poem is an oceanographic expedition mysterious, I find myself a deep sea creature altogether- a new species,  none has ever found or named, and its observer at the same time,  magical!**
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
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