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Of the Brightness...
••Of the Brightness••
If I were the notes,
She used to be the music.
If I were the wings,
She used to be the bird.
If I were the matchstick,
She used to be the fire.
If I were the colours,
She used to be the painting.
If she is the whole poem,
Then, I am a poet.
-Sreya
If I were the notes,
She used to be the music.
If I were the wings,
She used to be the bird.
If I were the matchstick,
She used to be the fire.
If I were the colours,
She used to be the painting.
If she is the whole poem,
Then, I am a poet.
-Sreya
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