The drive to wake up every morning..
To creatively blink..
And pen it down..
Into child like songs..
Comes from none other ..
But you My Dear..
For you make me see horizons..
Unknown to me..
Oh What a blessing you have been..
To creatively blink..
And pen it down..
Into child like songs..
Comes from none other ..
But you My Dear..
For you make me see horizons..
Unknown to me..
Oh What a blessing you have been..
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