A decree of manifestation
Of a prolonged hazel wish
The meadows speak of the lost glory
While birds sing of the last tune
A wanderer of life come by
With golden rays enlightening the pearls
Of all a sudden the breeze awakens the world
For the searching soul never stops
Of a prolonged hazel wish
The meadows speak of the lost glory
While birds sing of the last tune
A wanderer of life come by
With golden rays enlightening the pearls
Of all a sudden the breeze awakens the world
For the searching soul never stops
1 comments:
beautifully penned.
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