oyehoye meri poetess kya-kya likhne lagi... :) amazin yaa
The flowers are always showering.Where were you?Come. Bring your chains.Bring your pain, the searing white gold of your passions.They are all yours .Your own.Birds of joy.In your infinite sky.
i tried to look....but missed the search inside. crystal clear with closed eyes!
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The earth does not demand to meet the sky,
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oyehoye meri poetess kya-kya likhne lagi... :) amazin yaa
The flowers are always showering.
Where were you?
Come. Bring your chains.
Bring your pain, the searing white gold of your passions.
They are all yours .
Your own.
Birds of joy.
In your infinite sky.
i tried to look....but missed the search inside. crystal clear with closed eyes!
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