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YOUR SOUL





Your pure soul is what makes you a flower

 It is why I wrote and I will write my poetry

 Your golden heart is what makes you a river

 It is what created between us the chemistry.
You are wondering how I can see your soul.

 You are wondering how I can feel your heart.

 The eyes of the poets are not like all.

 Beside their hearts, they have a special part.

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