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I weep in the silence of my
conscious,
I cry in the midts- loneliness of my
humble heart
♥
A weaver rest his wings, adorns
his nest like gifts, his soul is a drifted blessing
to the grands of earth, his hymns invates our
thoughts with grateful joy of bliss
poem
by
Elenushka Toledo
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