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Oh! The sylph of my dream, Be the Basil tree On the Basil Vrindavan Of my home Oh! The sylph of my dream, Be the Basil tree On the Basil Vrindavan ...

Lovely pious wind have to blow, Tender lips touching with song, Lovely pious wind have to blow, Tender lips touching with song,

This is the first of my poems analysing the various ways love portrays itself differently in differe... This is the first of my poems analysing the various ways love portrays itself di...

Morning sun tiptoes through a dusty window sill, Cherishing the cacophony of a fleeting day's spill... Morning sun tiptoes through a dusty window sill, Cherishing the cacophony of a ...

There's no Shame being Mumma's Boy Forever.Love your Parents because they are the one who Loves self... There's no Shame being Mumma's Boy Forever.Love your Parents because they are th...