Poem -

Soul is yours....

Soul is yours....

My soul inside is in a Ā heavy pain;

while your tears outside is like rain'

showered along, cooling my meadows;

winds of hope smash through windows;

dreams and agony yet to bloom;

there is only your image to zoom !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Jimmy Arnold

GreetingĀ Sir WILLIAMJI Sir,(My Brother),

And just as you, your poem has zoomed in so serene in the hearts of all of your readers and it was as of always a wonderful read to ingest...That was a wonderful poem you handed to the heart of the newly wed couple and i am so eagerly involved Ā in the comment i so much ow to its wonderful read...

Your Brother,

Jim

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Dear Sir Jim Arnold Sir,

Thanks for your valuable comments on my verse.Ā 

My elder daughter Marilyn's wedding ceremonies went on well, on the same day, I posted a poem as a dedication to the newly married couple.Ā 

Thanks for all your support and good wishes

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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