I may not talk to Angels.
Or live this life in the clouds.
I may not wear a golden crown.
Or hold my head up high and proud.
Though deep down inside, I know who I am.
Within the silence that surrounds me.
My true life's calling, I now hear.
Across vast oceans, filled with blissful wonders.
A gentle soul is reaching out, a mind of dreams and visions.
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365 Days of Poetry (Part Four)
कविताPart four of my '365 Days of Poetry' challenge, 2020~