Bliss
I can hear you calling loud,
from the ocean far away,
travelling alone in the crowd,
there's no laughter on the way...
Though mornings are brighter,
there's no light and sparkle,
with you and me together,
the life is more than a miracle...
~Nisha Pasad
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