He makes my simplicity look beautiful,
He makes my faults look innocence,
While filling his book with my persona,
He makes my ordinariness look resplendence!

While within the woods of poetry, he wanders,
He leaves me on its outskirts to observe and wonder,
Whether I love this virtuoso,
Or the virtuosity of his words,
Whether I love this person,
Or the way he presents me through his words!

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There are times when
I wish to walk out the
mundaneness of my life.

When I finally get away
to a far off island,
I begin to realise
I love the ordinariness
of life,
and maybe,
I've been just longing to
watch them through
new eyes.

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I feel more like my usual,chirpy self when I eventually having never- ending stream of jokes.

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