And a lonely bee who came here,
and found herself like a Sun,
then realized I was the Sun,
who fell for many stars.
Being in possession of myself,
being lonely that only I can feel.
Connecting with that beautiful moon,
forget to see the shine in myself.
Relating with those strong trees,
forget to measure how strong I was!
Gazing all over the nature,
and forget to see the beauty within myself.
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PoetryYou might be the first to die in my eyes. Finding your soul. Something for your eyes and voice. Well, here you will not found every poem on eyes & voice:
