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And in the wind that blows ,
in the bells that chime ,
in the warmth that sun bestows ,
in the cold that snow brushes by ,
in the rain that flows ,
I’m there by your side ;
where the blue of the
forget me nots cries ,
you’ll find me there
as the ache of your heart
will come alive .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
