You begin to sing a sweet song
It is like a cry.
When you dance in the rain
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And I am trying to sculpt The shape of the wings Of your soul In my vision.............. .light still heaves dappled wings of love as gleams enlighten the soul by bliss and shape of semblance precipitates thirst slowly curves the art in colors...........brilliant expression of love through ingenuity, yet heart felt,10+++, thanks for sharing
such a nice poem wonderful keep up the good and wonderful work