Where the dawn takes birth from the womb of dark
and the sky starts wearing the mask of light
and the swans sing the hymns unveiled
and the yolk mist clinches the barley field
Where the light dilutes in the ocean black
and the swans fly back to the forest's edge
and the night dances on the silent note
and desire soars to the ultimate apex
Drenched with elation ….you and I
irum inayat
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