I was meant to be a poem
But instead I grew wings
Now when I soar high in the sky
And glide with the wind
You witness the harmony
Hidden away in my being
The rhythm in my words
Not heard but seen.
The harmony of being
I was meant to be a poem
But instead I grew wings
Now when I soar high in the sky
And glide with the wind
You witness the harmony
Hidden away in my being
The rhythm in my words
Not heard but seen.
Nehaan 
A beautiful exhibition of emotions, thanks for sharing such a magnificent post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ЁЯШК
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Thanks! I will!
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Thank you for respecting my request ЁЯШК
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Powerful thought
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