To drip like a wax from candle, to be a drop
Mark every day
Fingers get into dark cloud
Try to shape a sound in the Sun
To pull out a right nice voice from coldness
To understand a shadow of some little flowers
Take from nooks of life
This what I want
Today I know, life a miracle is
What I want, I can take
I hear its voice like sound
Everyday I want more
Along small footprint of bare feet
Sometimes avanache comes down
And enormous thunder and flash of black clouds
Want to have the meeting with the ground also
And a little butterfly knows, where there is a shore
The natur gets dressed you
And tailors of the universe make the wrong suit
Don't let them bring you down now
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