Being Secretive,
How could I would,
Ever be one?
When the beauty of,
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Its often not easy,
To derive the crux,
Of what you connote;
And then slice yourself,
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The summers are back, the hotness is back,
Expect the wake of the atmosphere harsh,
To see the geography that abounds in nature,
But the heat makes up; here is no water, only hope,
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When all the arcs,
Of the circumference,
Have been identified.
It is imperative that,
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The drops of rain look far,
Better than your silence,
Or are they communicating,
What you have been for long?
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Allow me to look into your,
Eyes from 8: 58 to Nine,
And I assure you,
Will be forever mine.
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Either the life’s desires,
Or my progressive needs,
Whatever, I have found,
You fittingly ‘Just’ Beautiful.
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I’d thought I was free enough,
Only to find myself trapped,
In the locks of the strands.
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