MORNING GLORY
Gently, the golden glow grows
MORNING GLORY
Gently, the golden glow grows
Giving grace, guiding glows
Gravitating, gathering, glowing
Gracefully gliding, glimmering, glowing
Great green gardens grow gallantly
Growing green grapes, gladly and valiantly
Grazing goats, galloping with glee
Glimpsing glittering gems, gorgeous to see
Howling, howling hounds
Hustling, hunting, hurdling mounds
Heavy hearts hush, as howls abound
Haunting harmonies, heard all around
Silent stars shimmer and shine
Sparkling, spinning, a sight divine
Softly singing, serene and fine
Silver streams, a soothing line
Tautograms tangle, twisting tongues
Tempting thoughts, teasing all along
Turning text into tantalizing song
Truly terrific, timeless throng
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RAJA FAISAL SHAHZAD
As a story writer, I have a talent for crafting compelling narratives that captivate readers and transport them to different worlds. I possess a creative mind and a vivid imagination, which allow me to dream up unique.
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