Bright sunlight descending upon pure sea,
Makes me beautific
Falling snow,
Makes me your beau.
Dripping rain,
Makes me wanna touch.
Tumbling of leaves each second
Makes me stunned and slacken
Blend of colours,
Possession of infinite shape,
Makes me wanna thank the creator.
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simple secrets (ON-HOLD)
Poetrya bunch of poems by me. (I don't own the picture in the cover so the credit goes to the rightful owner but I did edited the picture in the cover a bit here and there)
