I am …as old as original books, .. regular as just “sleeves” ..
Giving as green olive leaves,
..authentic as the smell of “ the oriental wind upon Nature’s heaves”.
I am un-tied
…free as whispers,
Limitless as aromas of summer,
Untouchable as mind’s thoughts
I am …wildery itself…but within Disguise
..I am hidden, while shown!
To the popular, I am just another one,..
while to someone,.. I am one of a kind
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