‘Oh God. excuse us
We are missing trust
Whoa are we o judge?
And budge
From love stand
And not understand
I waned to open
Tirade with weapon
My pen sharpened words
I showed some shots
So lovely flowers
Emerged after showers
With lots of grace
And smile on face
Look at free style
And the way they smile
I smile too
And get lost in crowd through
The lovable color
With sign of honor
Lord has openly blessed
The innocence is gracefully exposed

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