Miracles
“And little boy”
He (god) said.
You would be lost
In the world of wonderness.
If I tell u the tale of her existence.
For,
She inherited the rage of sun.
Amalgamated with;
Fine calmness of the Moon.
Alike to it,
She loves her scars.
And her eyes;
They carry,
Galaxies full of stars.
She waged millions of wars.
With the shooting meteors,
To have enter your world.
She has overcame
A millions of obstacle.
Darling....
Her soul owns miracles.
— Harsh
Copyright © Harsh Mistry | Year Posted 2020
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