The seasons changed,
The angels sings,
Time varies so does change,
You sing beautifully,
You sing in melody,
Love your all perfect imperfections,
Shower us with your blessings,
That make the dead alive,
Or make the person wise and bright,
Bring a new colour,
Mix the two crossroads,
Blessed us with this tree of life,
I wish I can continue this fight for life,
You wrap me around your cosy arms,
I feel the warm inside,
Eat me like I am the softest rock in your lovely grip.
Stories of ecstasy 
(There’s a typo in your title 🤫)
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Oh, ok.😅 Can you inform me of this?
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I think you meant “angels 👼” – but you spelt it as the mathematical angles
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😅 Oh, thanks a lot. Please keep helping me like this…..
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This is so beautiful that we wish to wrap ourselves in the warmth of it.
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Yes sir, the angles have so much melody. I wish I could wrap your beautiful comments with me and keep it with myself.
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