The shore of bliss

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Rainfall bring the sweetness

And then could smell the scent of the soil, earthly stardust. 

 Through life I have known and seen many things;

Through life I've met plenty foes,                                                                                                                                                             in past ;                                                                                                                                                                                         they were friends.

Sat in the corner of the room

I feel the rainfall falling down                                                                                                                                                          in everything free

All I ever wanted to see                                                                                                                                                                             is heaven

Let me see.


Rainfall, does trees has seen heaven?

Does they stays happy more ; less sad

after all this?

    After Mankind, what they did to them?

               Again I heard, sweet voices of people                                                                                                                                            and their sweet 

stories of their heavens.

I smiled in seeing new dawns 

                                                        new songs 

                                                                           in their lives.

Happy stories are the little sunshine beats in my life. 

   I'm happy for their heavens 

and I wanted to see mine. 

                So I painted myself ;

 stroke upon stroke 

and then thought going to the woods.

  To the empty roads                                                                                                                                                                             no one walks anymore. 

To the green friends no one has said

 hello, for a thousand years.

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