Joan,her name

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Her name,Wildy,
And wide,
Planted inside my forest,
In a rainforest,
Full of ventures,
Full of beauties,
Full of romances,
Full of nice aroma,
From all rose plants,
Of all colours,
But my forest lacked water,
Akk rivers,all streams,
She was their,
Sources,
All dried,

Now her name left my forest,
My heart,
Now the rainforest,
Has a no difference with,
Sahara desert..

Her name,was painted

In my heart walls,
Colourful roses ,
Nothing but her name,
Nothing but her beautiful face,
Nothing but her beautiful voice,
Nothing but her beautiful smile,

Do you know why i dont cry anymore ,
She is the reason why i cry,
Do you know  why i dont see anymore,
Somehow am blind,
She is the reason why am given eyes,
Her beauty showed me my ways,
My future,
Do you know why I become a poet,
Is the baseline  of mywords

She is the voice in my poems,
Joan her name

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