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  Jul 2015 shirharith
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
shirharith Jul 2015
Lend me a forehead to kiss,
Forget all the vision in the mist,
We engaged the words that we praise,
Cherish the star that we gaze.

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