Your portrait is the masterpiece, for it has the brilliance of thousand stars..
You are a pawn of your own creativity.
The feeble wings are coming, ready to take the sky under itself..
The wind of passion will make you fall..
Not now..
Dont be, just for being.
The creation reaches out for you.
It wont let you break..
The wand in His hand, makes you stumble and stand.
The desire in you still burning like the sun..
Your Angel shall come to you.
His sparkle shall take you to Him.
The arithmatic now equals everything..
Dont give in.. You just need to hold on..
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