When I start to think. Poem.


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When I start to think.

Since the rising of the sun
my thought gets into your thought
and it's as if you had brought
a book of motives to my mind
and it is time that I can find
that magic moment to dream and to live,
and that's why I come to believe
in which you are who has me blind!

When I think of you, my world
turns into imagination
who has enthusiasm and passion
and makes things feel nice.

I don't really know if you are my vice
my need or my life application.

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