tangled with passion, as I wish
to surf the sky,
knowing that inside the womb of the shadow of
every smile, joy hibernate the pain,
now look beyond every grill you
your touch lives the color of the night
come within the face of doubt and linger
that your search
will be over and gone, for where I fall their
you stand,
nay victory finds joy amidst of sadness
of satisfaction, for surrender welcome
the last ribbon of fame
oh! sweet romance, the hour
have failed
may not the sky; the night has opened the light
and the clouds has surrender the
the sky of laughter,
where a thousand stars witness the clouds of
respect and care
nailed down your tears and welcome the voice
of tiding gesture the mighty
heart touches the red ribbon of hope, for every
punch of breathe the flower grow and whether
to fall and settle down to joy
carried me over in the highway of petal of smell,
the ground is empty to grow...
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