Days were really dark for me
And you inspired me to paint colours
When I was stroking some portrays
You spilt the rainbow on the grays
You spoke to me like a fairy
With a healing wand..you caressed
Blushed to be called an angel though
Tried to ease me again………..
Visiting over the windows
You made me worth your praises
Some silent words u spoke in my cold ears
And dug me out of my grave
With least an expectation to gain
With a heart to share the pain
Blushed to be called an angel though
You made me try again………………
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