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It′s not an exotic garden what I ask
Nor a life full of luxury and wealth.
I ask to fulfill my wishes of the past,
And for my mind and soul good health.
I′ve always had a poem in my mind
About my dreams of heart and soul,
I searched for words and tried to find
The perfect verse...That was my goal.
I found many words but no direction,
And yet, when I write, my life I share,
I don′t care about meter or perfection,
To friends and the world, my soul I bare.
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