In whose touch the ripples
Embark on a journey
Breathing all along
The beat of the heart
Sigh not the sound
Alas! will woke from slumber
Caress with thy stroke of hands
The tenderness of thy touch
Purposefully the breeze blows
Quenching the thirst of hunger
Nought but all sustain its existence
In the coolness of void
O there! All gets submerge
Into the heave of heaven.
Do we still need to breath
The aether down above!
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