Trees of Vangaugh
Please be a critic of mine,
So that i could tweak me and could
Become a better one,
Heart cherishes to become pious and gentle,
Desires diverting me from the purpose of life,
Desires are like Vaughan's trees,
Vangaugh said:"Trees are desires of earth,
would like to grow and kiss the moon",
Desires of mine are also like that
Seeking impossible ,leaving me in utter darkness,
Please be a critic of mine,
I would like to grow further.
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