• iam_sonupandey 15w

    Gratitude....

    Once the Breeze whispered my ears...
    End your rest, end your fear...
    Come in the open....see the clouds....
    This will heal, all your wounds
    The wounds of war, the wounds of Anger...
    The ship of peace, with heavy Anchor...
    Anger and Jealousy, were the words of past...
    Lovely blooms,wreath,...not going to last...
    I thanked the Breeze, I thanked my lord...
    In honour and Gratitude, I played the chord....
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