Painting By My Words

Painting By My Words short poem

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I have a few words to soothe you,
I have them ONLY for YOU,
Presenting them to you,
To flatter you, to make you feel blessed!

I have a few words, to curl on your face,
I have them ONLY for YOU,
Presenting them to you,
To beautify you, to make you feel young!

Think that I am a drop of water,
To quench your thirst,
Think that I am the Sky above you,
To make you fly,
Think that I am a painter,
And I am painting you,
For I know that I can,
PAINT WITH WORDS AS WELL!

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Raghuvir L. Chary

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ADMIRER OF BEAUTY IN ALL FORMS! I WISH TO UNDERSTAND ALMIGHTY GOD AND BE ONE WITH HIM, YET SUBORDINATE TO HIM TO SERVE HIM IN DIFFERENT WAYS.
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