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I wish to write of flowers and things
Beautiful things
Tangible things
Of the world my new eyes capture
Of every sound and every scent
Of that..
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A poem about these rare moments of exhilarating, infinite posibilities
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I carry in my blood the might of the khansBorn on horseback, racing through the steppesMercilessTangra is my fatherHorse-tailed spear in handThe eagle..
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The sun's flame catches in your eyes
Drawn by the threads of gold
Two crystal pools of liquid joy
Profess their feelings bold.
They sing..
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