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Starlit night

As we count the stars

You break wind

Flowers are wilting
Dying slowly, so joyless
People buy them, why?

Spring's Naubahar*
Sees bloodshed in my homeland,
The flowers... are... sad...

Shower from the sky, 
A heart controlling its own, 
Love can make...or break. 

The sun rises up,

up above the horizon,

making the world glow.

Newly born babies

coming out into the world,

their life has just begun.

Baby animals

scampering around the world,

they are full of life.

Olive skin shall blush
As slowly pressed together
Warmth pushed through linked souls

We slipped in a space
cloistered by fate and mistake,
now two souls evolve.