Oh, woman in the wind,
grant me a magical quill,
treasured glittering gamut of
juvenile stories that'll dance merrily
To my thrill.
Oh, woman in the wind,
grant us plethora of mankind,
love and purity
Let the odour of negative notions
get deodorized,
Let there be no room for
malice and animosity.
Oh, woman in the wind,
grant umpteen edibles to all
the nations,
Let everyone on the ground have ample,
So, everyone's void gets filled
with your grace and generosity's potion.
YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PoesíaHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
