Wish could I sing for You,
A song filled with happy moments few
Collected in my palms, filtered by time,
Wish could I bind you like a holy rhyme,
A rhyme that is learnt by birth of a flower,
A rhyme that ever flows at the heavenly bower,
Wish could I sing a song of life,
As in a scripture long ago prophesied,
Wish could I present you a lit up sky
Where stars and starlets with the limitlessness lie.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Wish could I sing, a song never ending,
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