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A Scenic Writer.

A scenic writer,

Found a beautiful place,

To gaze upon.

He dreamed of writing his best seller over there,

And indeed, he did so.

The scenery made him gleeful,

Full of ecstasy.

He jumped,

He danced,

He roved above the ground,

For it was him,

In his high.

A scenic writer,

Made his vision,

Into reality.

Adios!

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A Farce Called “Love”

A farce called “love”,

Which makes a baby smile,

Which washes all the pain,

Which brings on that sleep,

Which nothing else can.

A farce called “love”,

Which connects the world to eternity,

Which strings the heart of a wife to her husband and vice versa,

Which brings together a family,

Which lights up that happiness,

Which even money can’t buy,

Yet, is it a farce?

Adios!

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I Don’t Care For Anybody Except You.

I don’t care for anybody except you,

For you are my soul,

For you are my love.

Such big-big words,

Shan’t become a farce.

It’s as bright as the sunlight,

It’s as brilliant as a rose.

It’s my speech which shall make you cry,

And my work shall make you laugh.

You are the world,

Of love,

Of happiness,

Of sheer melody,

You are that morning which everyone thinks of dreaming of.

You are that beauty,

That charm,

That prosperity,

That luck,

That big thing,

Which is mine and shall be mine.

Adios!

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They Are Laughing In A Group.

They are laughing in a group.

Like mad men,

On the streets.

They are eating,

Burgers and French fries,

Yet their laughter is uncontrollable.

They are laughing in a group,

For nothing is impossible at this time,

For them.

Hope, I could laugh as openly as them,

For it is a privilege to laugh,

And that too in a group.

Adios!