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GIFTS

                                                                   GIFTS 


Can I wrap it all?

Wrapped with miles of skin
Glimmering eyes with dreams 
The ribbon curls 
Caressing the neck
The crooked smile
Embellishing the face
Beauty embracing the chaos
The sparkling fingers 
Has touched kindness
Scissors 
Carving the bruises
Love glueing the broken pieces
Securely wrap the soul 
As you are,

"The artistic gift to your soul".
                                                                                                                                         @soulfulwriter

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