The best time is yet to come
To be a child once again
To wait for buds to bloom
To paint soil with petals
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I learned how to sweep my kitchen
As a mother cleans her new born
I learned how to wipe the cups with care
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Dreams danced almost every night
To lead my mind to the scars of past
To slit my throat with the sword of guilt
And to drag me down to the depths of hell
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Thread-like rain waters my lawn with a humid chatter,
Breathing, in return, the smell of my sleeping soil
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When it is flowing within my spirit,
I get to pen down a fragrant note
The tune seems simple to charm my entire cells
So as to calm down the rhythm of my heart beats
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I vowed never to mull over you
Never to let my eyes look for you
Never to throw my smile at you
And never to have even a word with u
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Listening to you means
My silent prayer to God
To brighten your eyes
To sweeten your voice
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My soul has no more pearls to shed
No more dreams to share with
And no more pain to release
Standing I’m always here
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Love is blooming so quietly
In the forlorn valley of my red heart
That's simply smiling at you
Despite having your wounding dissent
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