O this road, this mist, is like living in Your arms,

This road
Filled with mist,
And blown by Your cool,
By You kissed,
Is like living in Your arms,
And yet leaving,moving,

God,
Why are You so benign?
Why You drop every other thing
For us? To live Happy thus?

How You thus begin
A day with such a scene,
Your dew from up above dripping,
And me gliding singing,
Only you there, as if me living
All for Your joyous life, always leaving,
As if me taking off all the times,
Yet me moving on the road...

God,

This road
This mist,
And blown by Your Cool,
By You so kissed,
Is like living in Your arms,
And owning a small life,
With open wide ,

This morn getting washed
By misty foggy dew,
This start with Your cycle of getting every day new,
Is like living forever in Your Love laden arms,

And me moving,
Owning this morn,
This road, this life,
This sky, this happy glide...

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