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Yes, plants have buds
Summer eyes are closing
Let me get a touch of kind
Nevertheless meet an Angel.
Let me sit on skin of Earth
You are the meaningful
Here I met on Sandy shore
Tasty memories for ever.
Past had gone with seasons
Still the Blossom living on earth
Blossom sense, kind deeds
Like a breeze from heart of Earth.
Oh you, it was a lovely meeting
Moonlit moments flying past
I would desert woe of past
Dismal shadow of phantom past.
Let us sit on shore of life
God is painting recent work
Blue sky, blinking silver stars
And waves of sea, lovely moon and so on...
Image © Aparna Chatterjee |
