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About Me ...

This mystery I try to unravel,
Much have I yet to discover.
Everyday I endeavour,
My findings surprise myself.

Definite description of me,
Still a distant dream to me.
My growing blossoming soul admits
That verily is the true me.
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Anonymous said…
I always liked this description, which i first saw on your profile :)

a really nice poem.

im wondering if the word "growing" on the line before the last is really needed? because blossoming/growing might mean the same thing?

i wish i can write stuff like this one day :).
11:53 AM
Anonymous said…
Oh now i see why you used growing blossoming. it makes sense :)
disregard my earlier suggestion :)
9:11 PM
Iniyaal said…
Thanks for the comment. I did think of budding and blossoming to replace "growing blossoming", but they dont bring out the essence of what I am trying to convey :-)
9:54 AM
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