Walking along the wet sand,
Holding your soft right hand,
While listening to the ocean music;
Scribbling on your cheeks, my lyric;
Touching both the body edge;
Crossing, gates of our dream bridge;
Love to float like an old paper made ship;
At your altar, I stand with prayers to worship.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
WILLIAMSJI
Holding your soft right hand,
While listening to the ocean music;
Scribbling on your cheeks, my lyric;
Touching both the body edge;
Crossing, gates of our dream bridge;
Love to float like an old paper made ship;
At your altar, I stand with prayers to worship.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
WILLIAMSJI
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