The Keys - Poem by Sensuelle Briden
The keys are hanging on the wall.
Which one is yours? If you are tall
You can take an upper one. But, hey!
It doesn’t mean it’s yours, okay?
To find your key just look at this:
When search is done, you’ll feel the bliss
As bliss is a key itself; just start
To notice all the signs of heart.
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