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Inner Spirit of title track
Sonalii Bhor
The
golden dawn of my life is it returning
again? The darkness of countless pains,
countless agonies countless
humiliations.
How many
twilights, how many dawns, how many
autumn and spring nights, how many hopes
and aspirations have all passed by,
floating away on tears.
On the
eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles.
The fragrance of flowers floats In the
air. With the new delight of the year,
the memories of pain all vanish. |
