oh! great admiration possess the vantage
fruit of my command; the sweet prize
loudly speak of your victory whether day
or night you hold my tears away from
shame, as it tainted my reveal face every
time the tears fall to the ground
welcome my funny moment, where every
eyes cease no one, like crystal pebble
of tears has turn me off away far from any
misery, where I have sung the mystery of
being one with you
look back of the unspoken words, the hills,
can’t fathom the whispering wind of the
mountain call, for only the bird that swing
above the cloud bless on the sky
… for every tears dropp that falls, the lips
whisper the joy of your call…..
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