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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