What times have come, at times this soul thinks,
In love with intruders, it has started falling,
Passion imposes for ruling over the instincts,
Body‘s enslaved, and the dreams are calling.
What times have come, at times this soul thinks,
In love with intruders, it has started falling,
Passion imposes for ruling over the instincts,
Body‘s enslaved, and the dreams are calling.
One with the heavens
We read, we might even think, but do we question enough?
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i've never had braces
'The owl of Minerva' 
Beautiful 🙂
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Like you ❤
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You are so sweet and a great talent 🙂 Like you as well dear 💜
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Nice one. 😊
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Thanks ❤ 🙂
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Welcome
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A-Adorable..
P-Pretty..
E-Eyes..
K-Knows &
S-Sees..
H-Humanity in
A-All…
Pretty post there..👸
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*takes a bow*
Mr. Crazy, you nailed it crazily enough! Thanks for adding such a beautiful meaning to my name ❤
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Fab post
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Thanks ❤ 🙂
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Wonderful poem! 🙂 ❤
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