All are saying that there's fourteen births,
For all creative cosmic single soul,
Now, I want to know my before and forth,
So I crush my essentials like an owl.Would I've been a small grass,
Stuck to a big fence to look embraced!
Would I've been a fine dot pin,
Which is used to knit a cover for the skin!
Would I have been a thread bundle,
To stitch all flowers for praying humble!Would I have been a fluffy cat,
To get caught or to fight a dog or rat.
Would I have been a scorpio or crab,
To keep others in a frenzy and snob!
Would I have been a bushy tree,
Who gives all essentials for free!Would I have been a charming doll,
To make a child happy when he cry out in a fall.
Would I have been a fragrant bloom,
To spread refreshment in the minds that gloom.
Would I have been the sweetest one,
Which they crack and have for fun.These are all my budding clouds,
Which I try to say aloud,
I'm not only the above said,
Even a tiny creature stained red.
Whether I have been any on mentioned,
I'm sure I would have been me,
And will be even in my forthcoming intervention, to be!♋🔅❤🔅❤♋
This was written long back.
One of my favorite strings of thoughts. It was done when I was amazed to hear the first sentence, for the first time in my class.Hope you all like it too!
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Yaris🔆
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