Behind the clouds in the sky
She will hide like the moon, shy
Sparkling stars will remind you
Her dreams of touching the stars in queue
When the breeze will gently touch you
The first ray of sun will greet the blue
In the flight of birds, in their songs
You will look for, to where she belongs
Above the mountains she flied away
To unknown roads, she took her way
The drops of rain will burn your face
The lucid drops will lose their grace
Some smiles some giggles you will hear
The agony of the void how will you bear?
Legion memories and the dried up words
You will search her when alone in herds. . .
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