The Sun is a pith to the earth
The light fetches the warmth
The birds beseech to the wind hither and thither
After all... They sit quietly in a function of light...
I feel the wind blows to the rhyme softly and take the birds upon the sky
The rainbow covers the firmament and there is no doubt to believe and to love...
God comes through the carnal and soul, He shows the magic of love and real...
Love to the universe, it's a sign and mercy to the belief.
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