Though I live on borrowed time,

Amongst simplest deeds and love divine,

where flowers blossom, they may not be one in kind,

they lift my spirits,

to another rhyme,

.

Just like music.
.

Sorrowed pasts have I left behind,

Once they weighed heavy upon my kindred mind,

Though the tears,

Though the sadness,

I realize,

They were just madness.

.

Voudrais-tu marcher sur mon chemin,

Voudriez-vous partager la beauté de l’amour divin,

J’ai faim de voir le chemin que nous avons parcouru ensemble.

J’ai faim de voir le chemin que nous avons parcouru ensemble.

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(Would you like to walk my path,

Would you share the beauty of love divine,

I hunger to see the path we have strode together,

I hunger to see the path we have strode together)

-shobana-