Pearl of heaven....

#pearlofheaven

Sweet is the breeze that blows before My face

Will blow further more beneath the heaven.

Over hills by rural miles; then would return to My place,

Along it is luxurance, the change the season.

Sweet is the breath of morn; My beloved sweet 

The melodies of fowls pleases the garden.

Despite these bounties, who mislead us; so young ?

Like a farmer, He stocks up enough fodder.

And keeps everything in order clean and so neat,

Solemn sun, treat the life better and keep,

Regard of little olive dun, let not die her by cyclone hit, 

O pearl of heaven, hold that promise, that we've thrown out.....

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