sabina bista Poems

I would fade away if you pass me over
You’re making me walk through a broken glass
I ‘m getting more comprised in your love as the day passes
You’re not a fantasy, myth or an illusion
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All the saints fall down when you walk their way
Angels and pixies salute your advent in their lane
You’re a legend written by the holy hands of god
Like a falling angel you fell into the land of devotion
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