It is
How a sugar grain slowly dissolves in water
How an idea reveals itself to an honest, lost creator;
How a window pane kisses the breeze after a decade
How sleep descends on heavy eye lids with confidence.
It is
How the world amazes itself through the ways it spins
How every prologue learns to wait until it begins
How the first strumming resonates with the being
How sunshine instills hope over a dark monsoon morning.
May be this is how the green grass feels
After the final battle in the Gladiator's dream
As a full moon glides over the sea-side evening
May be this is how the white sand breathes.
How a sugar grain slowly dissolves in water
How an idea reveals itself to an honest, lost creator;
How a window pane kisses the breeze after a decade
How sleep descends on heavy eye lids with confidence.
It is
How the world amazes itself through the ways it spins
How every prologue learns to wait until it begins
How the first strumming resonates with the being
How sunshine instills hope over a dark monsoon morning.
May be this is how the green grass feels
After the final battle in the Gladiator's dream
As a full moon glides over the sea-side evening
May be this is how the white sand breathes.
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