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I waded through a pool
Of sorrow - counting days
Weeks, months, years
Counting the yelps
Of black crows
On white nights
I wondered if love,
That evasive child,
Would ever come?
I covered myself
With soft, green leaves
I covered blank pages,
With desperate words
I left myself open,
To the wind and the rain
Yet nothing happened,
And I became hopeless -
Then a divine accident
Occured, quite magically
Out of the blue,
I met a girl whose heart
Was serene, whose smile
Was like the radiance
Of a thousand sunbursts
And, needless to say,
I fell in love
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Victoria