Juliet

A Poem by Mr Soetry

Her name is Juliet,
Respect is her Romeo,
If personality had a secret
Her pass through my gates would be my presence on the patio.

It would be called spring,
As a flower's petal pass my gates.
Dancing to the wind's directioned blows
with the birds' humming, pleasing.

Itenarary elegant walk
Journey eyed by crawling creasures
Trying to climb her back
To know of her internal features

Her name is Juliet
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