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Sunshine. . . . .
This morning i saw your face
As like windy could, so calm,
But drowned me off. . . .
When i touch the window
In my room
I felt so cool, i remind of you. . . .
Then your body look like sunburn
While make me so warm. . . .
This poem doesn't perfect
But my love always perfect.


Ps: another poem.
From my friend : Jose Rizal

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