She knows
Professor, she is and
Does research just because
Has opened her mind's eyes …
"Clay-works in the past
Like carvings on the rocks
Of the caves and or mounts,
Meant to be cream of
Devotion, simple chats
Between them a signal
The lover with own love."
"Poetry was Angels'
Messaging from God."
"But today's…"
Simply poked, stopped!
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