07/08/2017
Cleaning up the attic, late at night, When I laid my eyes on a divine sight, Such was my delight it touched my heart, Cause beauty of that kind, Couldn’t be described even by the revered poets or bards. My birthday was round the corner, perhaps it was god’s gift, Shining with his grace as the picture was, brightly lit, [ 123 more words ]
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Cleaning up the attic, late at night, When I laid my eyes on a divine sight, Such was my delight it touched my heart, Cause beauty of that kind, Couldn’t be described even by the revered poets or b…
