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A mediocre

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

Tossing emotions

Her innocent emotions
Were tingling,
I was wondering through sky,
sinking in the
Pool of imagination
and feeling so high.
She crossed her fingers,
looked me with shy.
My heart was tossing,
Without wings, started fly.

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