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The day has come to an end,
But your beauty seems eternal.
As I lie down on my bed,
I think of you as my favorite celestial.
I tried to reach you with my hand,
But the distance between us won't let me.
Still, let me adore you from afar.
That kind of extraordinary beauty.
If the heavens would let me be with you,
I'll dance you 'till the end of Malibu.
I can't wish for more, my moon.
Just wait for me, I'll be there soon.
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A Dime For a Rhyme
Poetry"for poets doesn't live if they don't bleed ink on paper." This is an anthology. All the poems are constructed in a free verse. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural...
