noun: imagination unrestricted by reality
I'm longing for you somehow.
There is no need for flowers,
I'm just a butterfly.
Without seeking aroma,
I am feeling a cool breeze.
Not cool poetry to seize,
But sweet memory of past
I am the life of yours.
Not sad but your maiden,
Somehow I'm winning you
For wife to be for a life
Let’s love the lovely world
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