Before the moon dwells, before the sun rises,
I watch the shore after night;
glimmering in the shadow of light,
wherever my eyes rush — to you.
And I keep on talking to you, until
you wake up in the light of the sun;
and I find you everywhere,
but I am never going to stop it,
till I am in your arms, and out of the existence-race.
And the raindrops keep on falling on my head…
and I am lost in you — my mother, nature.
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