Elias Coffin
God has graced divine onto thee,
In my arms, thine soul is set free.
Thou art an enigma, an note.
As though a piece of symphony that I wrote.
Once I may have left our destiny to the stars,
Now I'll never let them orchestrate your scars...
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2023
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