With this breeze, with this season of love,

With this breeze,
With this season
Of love,
Take me to Your winged charms,
With this album of songs,
As ever Brightened,  as a sky of a morn,
Take me where I was born,
To that Gandharaj tree,
That field of poesy,
That lotus pond,
Take me there,
As a whiff of air.


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