New day will fly by,
Birds will sing, play & cry.
Blue paint will drench the skies.
Summer rain, will wash all cries.
Your eyes will open their doors to these.
Words will enter and ignite memories.
Before the moon greets your eyes,
Make sure, you had life in your arms.
Far far from Thought.
Close to the Heart.
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