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Found by Poetry

Illusive seemed that autumn night,
I sat musing under moonshine light,
When you swiftly entered my life’s play,
Joyous moments filled my lonesome stay.

I didn’t know what I would find,
Rippling motions in my mind,
Blurred visions spurting in my dream,
You became part of my life’s scheme.

With you my soul expanded real,
A sense love and more to feel ,-
Unlashed a plot of a dramatic flow,
The wings of thoughts were free to go.

What my work is like, You do not care,
It is my expression which is there,
My feeling says: ‘It Is as It Is!’
Could a poem argue with a poetess?
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