My Lady In Green 2 Comments

Rushing winds come together at the call of purity and truth. Birds step lower on the earth to behold what by the creator is the beam of gentleness. A colour she wears like the silk of her skin, she is indeed the heart of the simplest of poet. Who out of of awe and passion writes this lines....

For her charm, i wish her good health. For her eyes so beautiful and pure which are pain to my soul when the doors are shut, i endure the fact and cannot stop beholding. Her pain is torture to my soul.
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