The Small Baby Steps by your Side..
At the Foggy Morning, where your Spark is the Guide..
The soft
cool Breeze playing with our Tresses..
And our Foot
prints on those paths, leaving Traces..
The Sweetly
scented Mist wrapping Us Around..
The Chirping Birds always Surround..
The Flowers
being Sad for not having touched your Feet..
The Craving
of sun rays, Its You they want to Meet...
The Leaves falling down from the Maple Tree...
The bench awaiting for you to sit and set Your Spirits Free...
The path so awaited, the path so calm..
The Stroll I long for with my every morning Alarm..
My Head resting on your Shoulder, Our fingers Intervened..
A Morning I crave for, So Beautiful, So Serene
The Leaves falling down from the Maple Tree...
The bench awaiting for you to sit and set Your Spirits Free...
The path so awaited, the path so calm..
The Stroll I long for with my every morning Alarm..
My Head resting on your Shoulder, Our fingers Intervened..
A Morning I crave for, So Beautiful, So Serene
Before I get
lost in the deepest Slumber..