An honest cry touched
And sparks movingly searched
A love in all its smart
With a womb of wicked cart.
I am realizing the life.
Sheer silliness, I do see
From the bodiless eyelashes
I get alert at the sight
The very sight not right
I am realizing the life.
I hastily retire from the sands
Very late at my Lands
Tiredly I seek for Love
That Love of Real Love
I am realizing my Life.
Pure heart bordered by greens
Waits for a flower to centre the scenes
Do Hear to Your son, who
For at once bends his head
I am expressing You.
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