Who's the Star?
Who's the Star?
Who's the Star?
You make me rise from a fall,
Who's the clean poet,
That told me credible is worth a Star's reputation,
In all that self pity and Immaturity,
There are spirits that are a Growth,
You will learn from me and my timing,
Either Iam on the Star definition,
Looking at the World today,
This is what I perceive,
That Iam not leaving you even in my vicissitudes.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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