The Sun kisses her on days,
Clouds veil the reality,
And bring serenity to the distant village,
She lights up and the rays rejoice,
The golden strands of her hair,
Like tails of comets,
Celestial, Mystic,
The focii of my being……
The Sun kisses her on days,
Clouds veil the reality,
And bring serenity to the distant village,
She lights up and the rays rejoice,
The golden strands of her hair,
Like tails of comets,
Celestial, Mystic,
The focii of my being……