Rivers are dry
See, in this days of rain
But waves are still dancing
In the sky.
Words and colors
Are not here
But still You are
There and I am Yours.
Fire is there
In Your jungle
But see I am not
Burning a little.
O my dear, listen
I am singing
The song of union
While it is raining.
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