A weir
The journey of a breeze,
only felt not seen,
scorch of the sun,
one can feel not hold,
the ripples of oceans,
spread its hold gently,
Sometimes I wish,
I can express,
my inner feelings more,
but,
words seems inadequate,
All you need do,
is take a look at my face.
only felt not seen,
scorch of the sun,
one can feel not hold,
the ripples of oceans,
spread its hold gently,
Sometimes I wish,
I can express,
my inner feelings more,
but,
words seems inadequate,
All you need do,
is take a look at my face.
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