My Muse Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi
My Muse
When the breeze caresses her silky hair,
And when her plaits dance with the air,
Words gently fall, night and morn.
I gather them with love and care,
And a love poem is born.
Words gently fall night and morn and these words are gathered with love and care. This is amazing that breeze caresses in silky hair. Amazing poem is shared here really.10
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5/12/2024 5:36:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing words Sir, I wish you success and be a great writer in the future,God bless you