I am not a poet

They told me i am not to good enough

the water flows in karma to their doubt

then i sat back and thought about how much love you gived me

i became.blind ....but it was an invisibliity to the unliking

smile ....not hate ...i am not a poet....this is my pass time ...like a cool drink of water on ice.

i repeat love in lines 

like karma and water 

I enjoy breathing love ....i need air...

The heart beats ....love love...love love ....love love.

Water recycle......karma?

I am not a poet. 

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