Still I Am
In a quiet noon of a fall
A cadence of wind spread along the
Foothill of the blue mountain!
My memories flashed back to a same fall noon—
That day we hiked side by side on a trail,
Whenever I looked upon your face
I saw there a white pigeon of love,
Its adorned artistry beautified you,
Your heart-beats whispered to me
With a synchronized music of wind,
That evening had sprinkled crimson hues!
That night was shined by a moon,
That starry sky kindled the lamp of my life,
I was beholden to you,
Still I am.
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