Poems steal away my sleep.
And at midday I fall asleep
under the beautiful leaves
of a benevolent tree.
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Birds of golden feathers ask you to sing................. very poetic imagination. you are soft and fine
you sit in your inner core with your melancholic songs. and you were asked to sing. you woke up and smiled.. nice emotions
A very poetic write that stirs the heart alive. Poetry comes to us like birds.