Fairy Doors

Fairy Doors short poem

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Sometimes, it looks beautiful and loving,
Our thoughtless acts and thirst of beauty,
Make much harm to the sweet beloved,
We ultimately stop the outburst of beauty.

Making fairy doors in the stems of trees,
Looks beautiful and charms exploiting,
Just like giving poison to a beautiful girl,
To make eyelids heavy and more exciting!

Please don’t poison the sweet girlfriend,
Don’t make fairy doors in the friendly stems,
She will die and her death we cannot afford,
Life is dependent on the green earthly gems.

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J.rid
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and so it is Akhtar but there will always be destroyers. Saying that the idea of fairy doors
now not in trees of course but maybe a different dimension so maybe at times in my day
I can loose myself.

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