Ferdinand L Quintos
You are the new scent that perfumes
my world engulfed by hatred's fumes,
you are the moon that softly lights
and livens my dreary nights,
you are the cool afternoon wind
that freshens up my mood no end,
you are the rhyme and the meter
that make my verses sound sweeter.
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