Flowing endlessly as dreams are floating in the hope of spring. Would you be the ripples closer to the banks like perennial love to me. Never did the sun shine before. Flowers seem sleep beautifully on my spirit or the soil of lea. Temples , church, Masjid all have accused of blasphemy. My enthusiasm did love seal. Half sunk houses rose over fog Lost beauty at the cry of every visitors. Exchange of heart at the rate of dream Bargaining the price of longing . Chaser of morning wind melts at the heat of sighness, If I were you I would disturb the hills, the dry rocks whose luscious sights smash every your appeal.