On the sands of time,

Many things have left

So much has lost

A lot of hope to be gathered!

In every beautiful dawn.

Now,

I'll steal welkin's stars,

To make jewel of your eyes.

Colours from butterfly wings,

To paint your life.

Fragrance from Gardenia,

To smell your redolence.

Light from Moon,

To glow your face.

And peace from pietist,

To make your life shine

By Monalisa Parida

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