My Dear's Message.. Dr.Okram Shakuntala
The northern wind comes
Surrounds me with arms
Whispering in my ear
Soon I will meet my dear
The wind begins to dance
To save us from rance
Bringing the red roses
To decorate my vase
My mind is too dancing
To hear my dear coming
I draw a sweet smile
On my rosy lips profile
Dear will bring joys
Where my mind lies
To fly on the cloud
My dear will speak aloud
The sky will be bright
To see us all right
I will get my deer's smell
To ring my heart's bell
Copyright @Dr.Okram Shakuntala
Surrounds me with arms
Whispering in my ear
Soon I will meet my dear
The wind begins to dance
To save us from rance
Bringing the red roses
To decorate my vase
My mind is too dancing
To hear my dear coming
I draw a sweet smile
On my rosy lips profile
Dear will bring joys
Where my mind lies
To fly on the cloud
My dear will speak aloud
The sky will be bright
To see us all right
I will get my deer's smell
To ring my heart's bell
Copyright @Dr.Okram Shakuntala
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