Thou Shinest In All Sides Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Thou art the era of Nature
The eastern core is so full of you
I remember you like the first letters
It's hot outside but your feeling is more breezy
Without your lyrics, the language is empty
Thou shinest in all sides
I'm not after your chase
I cannot gather you either
Your waves are freely singing all around
Your melodies trace silence
And the solitudinous stream
Thou art the book; thou the cover;
Thou art the summit,
And thou art the whole season, my love!