As clouds play indolent, me rises, to awake,

Clouds as they play
Indolent cool as an interlude,
Of a song happening days for really long,
me rises, to a state of awakening,
to a deep deep algaic pool,
Where life blooms like the first flower of the morn,
Wet dreamy, half sleepy, like a beauty forlorn...

Clouds as they play
Incessent, like a spring gushing
As He plays His finetuned violin,
me rises, to see Your eyes woken,
To a mirth felt within, forever taken,
Where life blooms to become a song of a sea,
A birth to a new globe, as another part of me...


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