A fanciful jasmine born from the heart of mother earth and grew with tenderness of father Sun, as a young feminine i meet my true self everyday and cherish in the night, like a woman by night dreaming her beloved, and sometimes when i look deep insight me i feel I'm a Lilly of a poor man's dream and his tears like dews on me making me fresh, delight and brilliant, that poor man appears me like my father Sun with his tender eye on me and my mother earth is lying beneath me and her love made me what I'm today, A Fanciful Jasmine- HUMAIRA
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