Carrying the wings given by her father, Will she be able to fly in another sky? Wishing to make another perfect world, but leaving her
Title of poem: Ultimately ME..a bride to be.. Individuals will be declared officially as couples in a day by ceremony..is that perfect ? Oh..the bride
By Merlin Priyadharshini She walks up the aisle As the bell rings from the steeple, Decked with fragrant roses, Their scent infiltrating every senses. She
I was a pampered child and excessively I cried, I enjoyed to ride my toy car and it was fun to glide. Dad didn’t like
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