In the narrow dawny morning lane,
Old witch was going back on her way,
Heard; birds were singing with gay,
Who has broken witch's window pane?
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It is beautiful poem on our chasing and searching life dreams, to become something worthwhile. It rhymes well the picture you painted is provoking. enjoyed it.
Life is a chasing game beginning to end this is so true nice writing
Life is a chasing game beginning to end this is so true nice writing
Life is a chasing game beginning to end this is so true nice writing
beautiful canvas with a paint where the lives are in a pace / bravo