The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
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5 Stars full for this nice rhymed poem, and so seet in rhythm.
In Dreams we speak all things we do not dare when being awaken, so very true!
'Words not spoken, we spoke a lot it seemed, ' conveys everything
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as The Poet Of The Day TODAY Monday 1 Sep 2021 No others space to inform you and that's why I write it here, just to INFORM you