Songs of Our Hearts

I spread my arms,

like the trees,

and whistle at the skies,

happy and free,

to the song of our hearts

poem and image copyright neha 2016

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Catching Dreams

I spread my arms,

like the trees,

and whistle to the skies,

happy and free,

to the song of our hearts

catching dreams of the soul. 

poem and image copyright neha 2016