
The dream of samsara....
The flowers fell on the dampa
The footsteps that were trampled
The river is now shaped
The mischievous we saw
The mischievous eyes that met
The beauty that bound the heart
The crown of love is near me
The poet who wears the head....
The poem that was written for the dream of samsara
The beauty that paved the way for pink love
The melody that was set to the rhythm of love
The many times that I have set the pink to bloom
The mischievous who died.....
Cuddled in the warmth
The mischievous near you
I surrendered to comfort
Without leaving my heart
I sent petals to the scene
The beauty that bound love
The eyes that were fixed on the promise
The blossoming and lasting....


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