Oh! With what glory the sun dost shine,
Ochre-tinted rays on my mornin' face,
All prayers to Him, the pleasure's mine,
The warmth of love, the feel of lace!
Soaked with dew are my feet,
Wafts the fragrance and what bliss!
Ah! This feelin' nothin' can beat,
Jus' her touch's all I miss!
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Subtle Complexities and Myriad Simplicities by Ashok Subramanian P is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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