Talkwards
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Jun 30 2000
Parunulu Laku
Posted by in Poetry
Parunulu Laku sings another song,
Inhabitant of my ever-flowing dreams,
Parunulu Laku knows my every wish,
Even though she does not fill them with substance.Parunulu Laku likes to play her game,
She is a very cruel one, even if she likes to kiss my name,
Parunulu Laku flower in the garden of my fantasies,
She grows, she bloom,
Parunulu Laku, beauty never seen.
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AlbertEinsteinThe most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.