All the poems that bloomed in my garden were not my life story. Those lines are the inner thoughts that round in my head like a galaxy. My hard moments tend me to make this wonderful meadow. My brown skin gave the colors to my poems and my skinny body designed the words. And finally my meadow bloomed.
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