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You are like an Angel

You are like an Angel

Dazzling eyes; dripping lips; gorgeous face,

Belongs to a noble heritable spiritual race;

You are like an angel; I always keep a watch;

Flying in the sky, one day, I wish to catch;

With a lover’s pleasure; in yesterday’s dream,

That leaves in my eyes a twinkling realm;

You are like a stripped beauty, wild and free,

Blooms, in my every daybreak, like a lust tree.

The sun never sets in dusk; birds never fly;

Within a heavenly bliss they are chirping ply.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Sophy Chen

William,

Your poem is very nice to read and you wrote what you really dreamed in your dreams and it is very wonderful and charming.

Sophy Chen

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Sophy Chen,

Thanks for your valuable comments

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Poetess Cherie,

I feel happy when you write your whole feeling for the poem instead of a single, word, a one line sentence. Thanks, Regards, Love, Bless,

WILLIAMSJI

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