Being On High On Poems

Being On High On Poems short poem

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What it means to be high on poems?
I discovered it or it discovered me,
interacting with hearts of every nation
and with heart comes love and hope abundant,
miraculous people whose words have fragrance,
can feel the spirit of love and friendship,
nation and relations, nature and divine
and promise of a new horizon,
healing will come with thoughts and words
for if a lover can heal then only a lover can be heale

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Kavita Jain

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a woman who sees the mystic beauty in nature , faith in a majestic creator and love to read the words that come from the depth of heart
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