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Love as nature
As I whisper goodbye to nature,
With this tiny bird in the palm of my adventure,
Exquisite golden colors start to surround me
smelling a hint of heaven from thy soul thee.
Thou are love, which is dream for everybody's glee.
But never my heart,
gazing towards the sky,
complains about thou being truant,
And not even appearing in that, flash upon my inward eye.
I will neighter sad nor jealous, 'tis a fact and I can't deny.
Well Keep all this aside,
'Tis a beauty from which we all are abide,
We can't urge or fight,
Neighter escape nor hide.
'Tis a sweet flow of air,
A tilt which deserves all fair,
With small fire results purge,
So exquisite of the moment you urge.
'Tis is love which all I am talking about,
In wonderous moments that urged to shout,
With those trees and leaves out,
Go yell those magical words ahout.
With this tiny bird in the palm of my adventure,
Exquisite golden colors start to surround me
smelling a hint of heaven from thy soul thee.
Thou are love, which is dream for everybody's glee.
But never my heart,
gazing towards the sky,
complains about thou being truant,
And not even appearing in that, flash upon my inward eye.
I will neighter sad nor jealous, 'tis a fact and I can't deny.
Well Keep all this aside,
'Tis a beauty from which we all are abide,
We can't urge or fight,
Neighter escape nor hide.
'Tis a sweet flow of air,
A tilt which deserves all fair,
With small fire results purge,
So exquisite of the moment you urge.
'Tis is love which all I am talking about,
In wonderous moments that urged to shout,
With those trees and leaves out,
Go yell those magical words ahout.
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