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My love, it’s quite a chill to see
Your eyes are concealed, yet full of serendipity
The desert’s silent grandeur may lack showers of rain
But one may see lights though he is blind*

My love, it’s about the passion to flee
And when I see your smiles of joy
The warmest touch embraces the dreams to find
I know, your mother’s hands are always kind

My love, now the tulips for you blossom and attract the bee
Pure stardusts are pouring to be free
For your fragrance of blissful mind
For the love for you has been entwined

*A story of Taufiq Effendi, a visually-impaired young man with flames of faith and spirit; awarded various scholarships until the doctorate level (link; written in Indonesian).

©mhsantosa (2010 – 2012)
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