The Frame
/The sky was never so shy to meet me,
the horizon, even beyond my sight, is ever ready to embrace me
But this feeling I have makes me want to leave this place
and I want to go somewhere and seek solace
I see the mountains can make me feel your touch
the fragrant flowers compel me to yearn for you just as much
This meadow of feelings is calling your name
the clouds are bidding adieu, I wish I can hold on to that frame
By Medha Godbole Singh
From: India
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