The magic
If nature would refrain it’s blessingI’d live a paupers life
To not grasp and neither hold
The purity of spellbound beauty
So free to caress
And blow angel dust,-
I would be so much less,
Of this growing phantom love,
The gentle mover of a mind-
Peaceful star like child,
Qualities so well renown,
Superb, unprepared from present days.
This my love
Unto thee I offer
Beauty pleasant , unique, woven
Fine qualities
A mind , soul , and all my love
From this earth
Blessed and divinely grown .
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2020-04-11 at 23:40




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