My brush in the painting of music,๐ถ
kisses me & goes,๐
touchy-feely poem,โ
I watch its movements in it,๐
The music lay on my shoulder,๐จ
the pleasure bliss,โ
Many ragas giving me,๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ
The heart flies and falls with poetry and music.๐๐ถโโค.
kikiadri๐๐
ยฉkikiadri
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