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Jan 2021
It seeps pleasantly,
the warmth
the kindliness.
Rejuvenation I called,
The fascination I felt,

A smile I wear,
The reverence I adore,
The soul is the feather,
Wind the guiding mother,
I soar high
Supra High
No limitation
No barrier

Down I see,
Your arms stretch wide,
FΓ‘ilte it is,
I will come back
when my wings get torn,
my soul shattered
I know you will wait,
For you are the home
I await.
Written by
Rintato
132
   julius
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