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looks like I’m crazy

one bizarre

parade of sentences

seems strange, I’d be happy either way

with your love



wonderful centuries of destiny

but, she cried, “I’m born free.”

something I can’t see

she made acquaintances among beautiful ornaments,

as I pay the price

as an improvisational poet,

I began to extol the woman



looks like I’m crazy

one bizarre

parade of sentences

seems strange, I’d be happy either way

with her love



try to choose phrases of exquisite compliment.

while chanting, beauty between chatter

no one related how I went wrong

the others asked how it had happened.

with her, were her friends, she settles for more

laughable episodes.



looks like I’m crazy

one bizarre

parade of sentences

seems strange, I’d be happy either way

with your love



I can relate to vexed opportunities of feeling

she has her reality as a woman of eminent beauty.

amid the clamor, of crying:

represent jasmine in natural manner.

implement foliage most exquisite leaves of bryony and ivy

my mind unshaken in extraordinary circumstance, I remain with spirit,



looks like I’m crazy

one bizarre

parade of sentences

seems strange, I’d be happy either way

with her love



direct the Angels, dress them entirely in rose-colors

with kind, pleasures in their charming art.

there I dwell, in the mist of faded illustration.