Perhaps, if I could sit on the moon,
and write a poem on its soon.
I could write about its beauty,
while having a sip of my coffee.
But here things are not so real,
like the grass isn't greener by near.
Your imaginary beauty from here,
gets fail when I come to you there.
I craved to see you from near,
& this craving left me in fear.
Now I've become a great seer,
seeing departure takes us very near.
Sometimes come in my dream & ping,
Do adoring dance when I sing.
I do imagine a lot of things,
You flow as fragrance,
& I become a wind.
OH MY LOVE
I do imagine a lot of things,
because it doesn't cost me anything.
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that is a good one... impressed
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