Meeting of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
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Reading about the Oak trees, mountains, flowing essence of waterfalls, the scent of wet ferns, and the heart shaped leaves of Peepul.
Took my breath away.
And when I witnessed,
I was deeply inspired.
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Flowers all over the blue sky
Blooming in the fields of misty clouds
Painted by the hues of all you's and eyes full of stars.
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So here, our moon lights up in the night sky,
So here, our dreams arise in our beholding eyes,
And ears are willing to hear tales of our years,
Where we dreamt and lived and loved our dears.
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Our rejoicing season is glad to have arrived
Lilacs and water lilies are all around in time.
The autumn has begun
As it seems, but the sun behind the distant cloud hides his tears
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A refreshing winter evening,
With the sunset, on its crest.
The church with its evening prayers.
Relatively, the mass gathering.
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Today, when the dawn arrives
I hopefully can see through my life,
All that our winds have swept
All that our memories have kept
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On this day I didn't find my sunlight
Where I used to dance, forgetting my futile life.
On this day, my mother didn't call to wake me up,
Instead prayed for my eyes to be shut tight.
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The birds have fled in the island of clouds
All good perhaps, have stood in the abyss of draught
Deep in the ocean of mercy and forgiveness
What we found was only our journey towards God.
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