With this breeze,
With this season
Of love,
Love,
Take me to Your winged charms,
With this album of songs,
As ever Brightened, as a sky of a morn,
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.
Monday, November 11, 2013
With this breeze, with this season of love,
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