Arayath Jathin

Your voice is amazing,
Carries me wondering
like a flow of a silent stream
like the birds chipping in morning
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Here's the richest man I stand,
under the shower of love
Soaked and drenched in her thoughts,
and drifted so far to a dreamland.
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She's my morning sunrise,
lighting my soul with warmth

She's the glass in my mirror
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I love the mother nature,
she's pretty and mesmerising
Sky is so calm and so far off,
yet carries our thoughts thru its arms
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I am scared of love
cause its always in pain,
So I closed off my heart
but all in vein,
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The mountain waits for the snow thru the hot summer,
hurt and burnt by the sun, yet believes the touch of snow
It snows and covers the mountain like a blanket of love
I want to be the mountain to feel the touch of snow.
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