Your Day

Your Day short poem

Uploaded by Karnika Karun

Spiraling breeze , Tangere sky
Sunder clouds , White light spy
Dark cease , Silence erase
Dew tatter , Essence raise
Chill tickled , Buds bloom
Celestial lit , Vanishing gloom
Birds warble , Leaves rustle
Butterfly vie , Wishing behalf me.

Rungs of love
Strides to happiness
Tour de force
you deepen my trust
Vivify the dreams
Wish you YOUR DAY.

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