My Summer Breeze

midnight sonatas
buried in dreams that hover
words rain, pour, or sometimes drizzle
soul worn on sleeve
my words have no control
they remain
free

This is my world where words play and dance and there are no rules because every single one gets broken. 

Welcome to Soul Verse - may you find comfort and resonance. 

©SandhyaSuri

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midnight sonatas buried in dreams that hover words rain, pour, or sometimes drizzle soul worn on sleeve my words have no control they remain free This is my world where words play and dance and there are no rules because every single one gets broken. Welcome to Soul Verse - may you find comfort and resonance. ©SandhyaSuri

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My Summer Breeze

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