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The Omen Of My Coming

You remember, the last time there was a thunder
You thought I was coming; you opened
All your windowpanes but I wasn't there.
I have never learnt to break the heart
I pick broken hopes, the smiles are great glue
And repair fading love.
With all elegance, decided color and a kiss
Packed like a florist makes bouquet
At my blossoming lips,
I set out for your address;
Obviously but unfortunately my desire
My poor desire suddenly picked up a quick momentum
Thundering and storming; I'm sorry
If it had hurt your door. I cancelled my coming,
I never wished to break a flower.

If you feel a gentle breeze, an elegant evening,
If an unnamed calmness touches your longing heart
And people talk about a soft sunny morning tomorrow
Know that I am not so far from you
May be just some hundred miles
You will mot mistake if you open the main door
For the rising sun
Your heart alone is the place I love to dwell

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