My eyes are now watery over this poem's inspiration Inspecting it with naïve love of prosaic idealism It's words remains behind gates of my heart through which countless generations of others poems have passed It sediments itself, alongwith its poet, in the schwerpunkt of my self, looking forward to my past :P
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My eyes are now watery over this poem's inspiration
Inspecting it with naïve love of prosaic idealism
It's words remains behind gates of my heart through which countless generations of others poems have passed
It sediments itself, alongwith its poet, in the schwerpunkt of my self, looking forward to my past :P
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