A poem for Busymindthinking
I want to change, become a man new
To be that, what do I do?
I thought of travelling lands
And feeding the poor with my own hands
I thought of picking up litter to free the ants crawls
I thought of, giving to the cold, tea and shawls
But then I saw you and simply told
The truth that is worth more than gold:
You are beautiful.
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