The sunlight grazes my skin like feathered kisses,
A spring breeze combs its fingers through my hair.
Soft strings whisper a symphony in the distance,
While a gentle smile lingers on my lips.
A thousand eyes trace my every step,
Drawn to the quiet masterpiece I am.
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Author:
Freddi (
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- Category: Reflection
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Great write
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