Cold morning’s touch
Tickled by the sun rays
Unsaid words that stay
In the layers of days
Trickling from the cheeks
They’re falling down
The flower pierced by the light
Blooming in the stillness
Growing in the avalanche
The highest heights
The lowest lows
To cosign to the life
The contrasts of reasons
The colors of seasons
That beauty unspoken
Deep in the heart
Trickling from the cheeks
They’re falling down
The eyes blinded by the sun
Full of devotion
In the golden streaks
They’re still falling down
The flower’s glowing in the light
Trickling stream down the cheeks
And the glass is full of bliss
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