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Her World
She speaks less yet soft and cheerfully
Always believing in the beauty of her dreams
She loves the smell of the fresh book
And the elegant font of her messy handwriting
She sleeps to the sound of the raindrops
And wakes up to the beats of the nature's Symphony
Meticulously she weave the language of her wandering heart
And inks it down with a quill
She loves the silence of the nature
As much as she loves to gaze the stars in the night sky
Immersed herself deep into the heart of the universe
She dreams of the world beautiful and mesmerising
Her young heart believes in the nature's beauty
Like a child by the seashore building a sand castles
And like an old man gazing through the paintings hanging on the wall
She lives in her fantasy world of where they knows very little about her
© thepurplefeathers
Always believing in the beauty of her dreams
She loves the smell of the fresh book
And the elegant font of her messy handwriting
She sleeps to the sound of the raindrops
And wakes up to the beats of the nature's Symphony
Meticulously she weave the language of her wandering heart
And inks it down with a quill
She loves the silence of the nature
As much as she loves to gaze the stars in the night sky
Immersed herself deep into the heart of the universe
She dreams of the world beautiful and mesmerising
Her young heart believes in the nature's beauty
Like a child by the seashore building a sand castles
And like an old man gazing through the paintings hanging on the wall
She lives in her fantasy world of where they knows very little about her
© thepurplefeathers
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