Sometimes the morn comes, with such beauty,

The morn sweet
Comes with such beauty,
That I just look up
To the sky,
Draped by mist,
And dreams I feel
Quite impressionistic
Leaving indelible marks on my soul,

With eyes full of thirst
I savour this life
And pray for more golden drops...
I just pray
For more songs.


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