Sweet loving symphony of
Youth, merely touch
My tender lips of my sin.
Provoke, to breath, air becoming my horizon.
Howling waves of music, the
Ocean, following me through mother’s
Nature speech of the wizen.
Young and Lividly foraging for devotion,
To be lost,
To be lost,
To be lost,
To be….. emotion.
Jojo Al-waealy 
I really loved the to be lost… to be lost… to be lost… one could hang in there and feel the emotion! I love it
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Thank you so much, ThehiddenK. I was really wondering if People would like it, and if it would show it’s strength 😳 and I’m glad you really loved it. I really appreciate it.
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I really loved the feeling within the poem and the attached picture as well!! it matches so well. ❤
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Thank you, I really appreciate it 😊🙏🏽❤️
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Lovely imagery of the “air… waves to music” Great poem.🙏❤
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Thank you so much, Suzette 🙏🏽☺️❤️
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I am an emotional person….
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Well, join the club 😅🤣
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Ha ha…. I am already in….
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This is the perfect picture to go with your beautiful words!
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Thank you so much, Bella ☺️🙏🏽
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Piognant
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Oh God!! This one whole is truly perfect.
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Yaaaay, Pruuu loved it❤️🙏🏽
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