She Was Born Into a Poem
Long hair likes branches of willow
And pink face likes peach blossom
Eyes are crystal clear with rhythm
Breath is a breeze,
Soft and warm
A murmuring stream
Heart infiltrating
She's in front of me now
Akin to the spring
...
I forgot I have anything to say
For me, could this peacefully stay
...
Akin to the poem I am reading
Telling the beauty of our meeting
More, the significance of lives
You, I and the scene facing
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