Dark as dusk and shrill as a loon,
Deep as a sea and open as a boon
Fell the tears of men on hearth
Sulken, yet light at heart
Drizzling on the scapes of hills
The pearls of eyes sat not still
It flew from its home to mine
bringing the love of the lost love sublime
As it touches the flesh of the hearth,
A new colour the hearth imparts
In its glee of the showers that is rain
Sings the mynah in a thorough disdain
The little child who clung the doors
Dances on the taps of a hope
Summer, having found his mistress seems to have a sound elope
Green and laid with sapphire eyes,
The bird of colour dances bright
Foliage spreads through the embarked lights
Sealing the grim of the sun now bright
And yet in the grims of the father is always a chime
Seven shades of a lively mist now in the skies lie...
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| A way too much romanticization is brought about by this pic. However, thanks for it. |
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