Someone who is celestial, I ought to see her
I have seen her a thousand dreams
Those almond eyes are the  reflection of the heart so sheer
But still her  visage  eludes me as it seems
 That She is merely a concoction
Yet  the desperate eyes awaits thee
Someone I need, just someone like you
Take a gander at the meandering  clouds, everyone knows its fate 
Wherever it reaches,  it is ordained to break
I don’t want thee my angel as those wandering clouds 
Nor  I want thee as the gentle breeze 
Which touches and disappears in a silence 
I want thee as the high mountains 
Whose beauty is it’s stillness and stability
yes i need someone, just someone like you                
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