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Like the flow of my string
Flowing with the tranquil
Stream on saturn’ ring
And fall as the spring fall…

It becomes a living
When it aquarelle used
By living thought
Who knows its identity
And flow with it till eternity…

After death,
It becomes says about living
On the essence of it
Whilst brooding in thoughts…
Like the unknown in you that needs
To be written in return
When poetry is just the flow!

Natur’s Pictur N’quill.


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