She said she enjoyed my poetry, exuberance, my zeal.
Sensing her instability, I agreed. It's just a hobby, I confessed
and what a surprise to the canister is the flare.
You see, this is what I expect from you, this!
and those who swim in your water.
There has been effort to rearrange words
before they become imperceptible from rain.
There you go again, again! You see,
this sparkles skies, umbrellas
attract harmonious drops.
You couldn't have requested a better corner, I exclaimed.
She did turn,
she did walk away, although
awaited some kind of goodbye.
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