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.
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.
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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