By Athar
Breezes touch my feet awakening me.
How pleasant was the night with flutes whispering to me.
The birds' chatter won't let me sleep.
The winds blow window drizzle sparked my face and blush me.
The cry of babies gurgled like river pampering my shallowness recalling me.
It's time to step out and embrace the breezy sunshine and be me.
How pleasant was the night with flutes whispering to me.
The birds' chatter won't let me sleep.
The winds blow window drizzle sparked my face and blush me.
The cry of babies gurgled like river pampering my shallowness recalling me.
It's time to step out and embrace the breezy sunshine and be me.
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