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Thursday, 29 March 2018

The destination.

She is an angel,
She is the spark of my eye.
She spreads the melody of love with her lullaby,
She is a sweet sin that showers boons.
Oh, she is my innocent baby
My cute love,
My priceless possession!
My heart has become crazy and mad,
Slowly it has taught how to love,
To the one who never was in love!
As the traveler finds the destination,
I have found her.
~ ~ ~
From the book, 'The Mystic Soul.'


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