My soul sometimes
Love
With passion
People are so far
My soul sometimes
Need affection
My soul for years
Leave with portraits
Portaits of people I love
Father
Mother
Brother
You
My soul sometimes
Become so small
Need air
Need hug
My soul sometimes
Is a child
That want to smile
My soul sometimes
Feel the sadness of the whole world
My soul sometimes
Is a bird that wish
To fly high
Travel far
See you
Give you a message….
(A historical poem with a few safe changes made for a more fictional effect, putting myself in Her Highness Thanbula's life)
For a moment,a singlebut beautiful one,the one-day fly hopes.And the butterfly,magical in itself,she doesn’t even knowshe is creating a fullbutterfly effect.The yellow-sun bee,she has been buildingall her lifeand barefoot treads
Hazily fused into the sea of clouds;individuality obscured amid the luridlight of the blue unfurling endless;selfhood, uniqueness, as if exiled from being, become defunct.Beautiful forms faint in hue succumbto oblivion in
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