You slipped from the arms of heaven gone through hell of volcano and climbed the toughness and fell on the clouds to trip over troubles and eventually you've come down as light as a rain drop , to slip through fingers of those , Who couldn't keep your delicatessen in swan feather to let you in peace .
And soon you'll be grounded and settled in , as a happy tree which doesn't want to move , because it'll miss the birds and the spring of this garden .
But this city won't forget , it will always remember you , as a season that will never comes back , where your name will be mentioned in the history for those who has to suffer , for they couldn't be there to get blessed by your presence and has to live with their hopeful memorial of you at your absence .
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YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
