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Birth of a Story
Birth of a Story
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She's a nurturer of words,
Poetry permeates through her beautiful soul,
A heavenly void she filled with the melodies of words in my deepest wounds,
That she weaved through each lines to heal the scars soon.
A birth of a story in my veins,
Bounded by little words,
The queen of heart baking fantastic fantasies within my soul,
She hover around in book's dreamworld for my eyes seek peace,
Wordly conflicts couldn't clotted my mind for her heart and mind facade an invisible wall,
Golden coated verses flee and perish onto hearts,
The coronation of rose in thin white blank sheets,
A beautiful poet she is running through my each breathe,
Surviving within the pulmonary delicate veins of me.
