the association of it being long held as though is
If I was asked yesterday, I would tell you I like the sun
But now, I will state that there is a general likeness of it
If I found the golden magnolia
I could rush to give it to you
yesterday it was my favourite flower
But today, I will tell you it is considered to be beautiful by a few people
If the mountain mist beckons, and should I write poetry
I shall remind myself to file it with all things I have rejected
I fear it may have my thoughts, bare, open
It is not warranted now by me either
If asked about my existence, I could approximate, but not state
For I have started to understand my thoughts now, which I joyously truncate
I is no longer me, it is no longer a redundancy
It may be my best name, It suits as most would agree.
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