Take your eyes off me,
Now I am eyeing the sky,
No, no; I am not counting the stars,
Nor I am keen in the moon's glare.
I am busy searching Him,
From the day, He came in my dream.
An eternal fountain of flawless nectar,
A source of endless and unimaginable pleasure.
I see the Sun, I will not run after a glow worm
Now He is in my vision, passion, mission.
good as Easter approaches. HUG
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