It is a world
where words have wings
to fly and surpass the limit
experiences joy
feel serene peace;
Please listen
how your thought
becomes painting of life
whispers love
with dew touch
so cool and so smooth
sharing pain, and pleasure.
That's why I am here
to write
and touch the horizon
where mystic joy
opens its scented petals.
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