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Beckoning
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] Albeit the gesture of my hand,
Falls short to reach you at the moment,
My heart’s heart does know,
You are a priceless bestowment!
As the grains of sand,
Cuddle the moonlight with care,
I hold your matchless memories,
In a bank called heart so rare!
The heart of mine keeps beckoning you,
And lets me have a fresh deja vu!
