There it goes
God knows who or what created it
It flashes and swirls and twirls
God knows who or what created it
It flashes and swirls and twirls
This season, the days are bright
Hot with crystal clear blue skies
Is it only me that feels a bit irrational
Hot with crystal clear blue skies
Is it only me that feels a bit irrational
Your wines, I have cherished them
For such a long time ;
The mist and the haze of my lifetime, dissolved in it
For such a long time ;
The mist and the haze of my lifetime, dissolved in it
Her loneliness and anger; there it went
In a flash - like a lightening
See it burnt the earth and the seventh sky
In a flash - like a lightening
See it burnt the earth and the seventh sky
The evenings, they make this sky
So red, as if some one has been killed
Is it my own blood?
So red, as if some one has been killed
Is it my own blood?
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Anant Dhavale
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