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Mother- A Caring Wind

From the moments of her ecstasy Our springs are born. In the garden of her love Our life is a boon. And unto our sweet dreams She is a silent witness. And to our twittering wings She is a caring wind. In the power of her silent prayers Our life reaches the safest shores. From the distant footlights One heart is in a ceaseless flight. And after a long exile We return to our dales. Two eyes are blest One heart is in a silent throb. And in those melting moments The weariness of our windless nights is gone. A lullaby opens her melodious lute And to our sources we return in solitude.

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