A morning is lost to the day
that has already taken so many nights
in to its journey
and the poor pines! Ah they dangle
like girls dancing in love, drunk
with full of emotions
I ask the woods
why everyone is mad with the day
the answerless birds start singing their melodies
and winds carry the clouds to places unknown
as if two youthful lovers are eloping
Seems everything bears a heart
The butterflies follow the wind
The fallen leaves follow the wind
and the day takes them all
into its own breath
Nobody wants to answer, why mad with the day
only the blowing hearts bear some marks
that it is the heaven they reach
their love blooms to the full
as bright as the day
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