A hidden blessing

When I came to hear about a wizadry.It was just a petal in my mind.I used to walk through that garden of Eden.her invisible feathers perched in my soul.On the bizarre sea she only turned to bootless cries of earth.The strings !The bows!holding her hands and sings the tune with endless sensation.even the sun tend to touch the scars of your soul and cry.world seeking for the secret behind the twinkling door.someone jealously says ;her sigh and sparkling lips until every last star in the galaxy dies !world seeking for the secret behind the twinkling door.