Shrieks of my laughters
The daughters of a dye
Pretty wings that fly
Up in the sky
With a screeching happy-cry.
Always got me
Gazing up the sky
Not just the sky
But the unseen skit
Skit in the blue-sky.
Undisputed beauty of facts
Most gorgeous and fine
Pretty wings of a fly
If you don’t notice
You most be blind.
I dwell under such passion
Beautiful cloud of affection
Blue affectionate infection
Poisoned I am
Paramedics found no solution
Witch-doctors foresaw its function
Spotless pretty winged
Flapping out such colours
Not one in a million
But one in a lone, guess its unique.
This beautiful
Is what everybody would place
As an order
The shrieks of my laughter
After you no other.
I consider something truly special in this web site.
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