When god was making earth,
He looked down admiring his work,
The humans and the nature,
The air and the water,
The mountains and the valleys,
The oceans and the meadows,
The life and its magic,
Yet something felt incomplete,
So he took the rustle of the river,
The sound of the wind,
The tinkling of the tree,
The chirping of the birds,
Then the humming of a maiden girl,
And called it music.
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Canvas For My Subconscious
Poetry"When your day is bad a good quote can make you look at it in a different light." This book contains short proses, poems, haiku-s one liners, and some randomly beautiful thoughts. All the content in this book is original and written by myself, it's...
