Know me well
And sincerely tell
About magic spell
An inner urge may swell
It is no mystery
But blessings from an almighty
It rises from kind heart
To belong real people and be part
It shall never hurt
But insert
Compassion and kindness
For smile to be ever on face
There shall always be the blossom
Scents spray and fragrance all over with freedom
You may be pulled towards
With spell of no words
I shall whisper
And you shall hear
Your hands may stop working
Your dreams may be simply shirking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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