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Whatever name I call you,
I think the words in my mouth are
defeated again and again.
Between your beauty and
My likeness is like a huge Himalayan mountain.
Sometimes it seems.
You are the man of
a calm buried earth where the storm has stopped.
This world does not know your value, maybe not me.
Hello everyone this is my another short poem which is written by my own thought..I hope Everyone will like this and give comments to keep writing and also inspire me..
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