I Am Here…


I am here
In the world of fantasies…
No pain,no agonies.
Oh, it’s beautiful!!!

I bathe in the alluring sun’s rays.
I do not remember all those betraying days.
I have no tear in my eye
For I have lifted my spirit so high.

My body is ignited away…
But my soul will grow each day,
In this beautiful breathtaking place.
So, please wipe off your tear

Because when I am not there,
I am here.

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I have so much to tell and write and share. I may seem confused at times but that's just because it's hard to express your feelings in few words.
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