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The earth was formless for my unborn soul,
Which was in deep darkness of the deep sleep,
But with your talk, the faint whisper of rain,
You woke me up….to open up my eyes.
Now like an eagle I can fly in this sky,
Which you created with colored hues for my soul.
Now I can see the blossoming grass,deep down,
to smell it like your fragrant curly hair.
In this sky of dreams,portrayed with your brush,
like a soaring eagle nurtured with golden rays
Ready to fade into the vanity of the puffy clouds
to fall as a dew drops into the depth of your soul
Even in the bleakness of the cold winter weather,
When lakes breaking into pieces with its subdued soul
Neither I can leave you..or..forsake you
Even heaven enticed me with its bright eyes.