Poetry 64

To you I want to be,
The first ray of sun making you all smiles,
The energy to make you walk miles,
The drops of rain to quench your thirst,
The good luck that make you in everything first,
The after storm sky clear and blue,
The night which you wait to dream,
The pebbles you play to kill time few,
The rainbow out of gleaming stream,
The wisher who….
I want you to be you…

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