If we fly being wingless
afar and above...
If somehow we look
neither back nor beneath,
Then the Spring will return
to the garden of Life,
Rainy days will be gone
with the ghosts of past.
If we let all the doubts
forever behind...
If we catch ray of hope –
against and beyond...
No bitterness ever
will poison my gaze,
You will see neither sadness
nor sorrow in me.
If we pray them away,
all the previous sins...
If from here and now –
together until...
I will paint with a rainbow
each of my words,
I will fill our home
with sunshine and love.
If...
September 03, 2001
If
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