The painter had a perfect sketch
So beautiful with impeccable strokes
Mischievous clouds resting in their mother's lap
With red cheeks all tanned in delight
After a day full of frolic out in the sun
With hues of red and saffron,
The Heaven looked so caring and divine
As she dawned the look of a matriarch
And just when I held my breath
At this sight of innocence and simplicity
She shed a sparkling tear,
A shinning meteor in the sky,
Wistfully pray to the evening star
I smiled at him for the gift to see
For eyes seldom see what a blind mind can
You can find love everywhere you go
If you're just willing to open your eyes
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