The mind
Wants to describe everything
And everyone is toiling hard
For recognition or survival.
My friend,
Come to a place
Where poetry pours
like spring water -
Come where the heart
Sings for no reason.
Come.
Wants to describe everything
And everyone is toiling hard
For recognition or survival.
My friend,
Come to a place
Where poetry pours
like spring water -
Come where the heart
Sings for no reason.
Come.
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