No waves, no wind, only you and me;
The rest of the world has lost this sea unmapped;
We remember how the white bosom dove flapped
Its small wings to reach its love breaking the earthly ties!
Nowhere do we see the blue stretch as we look to the skies!
Everything is white here, shorn of colour, yet bright;
Far the stars shine and make white even the night !
There is no wind here, yet I can hear the sound of blowing
As being blinded by each other our eyes are glowing!!!
The words that we could not tell the familiar earth;
The still sea listens patiently, and we take a new birth !
The rest of the world has lost this sea unmapped;
We remember how the white bosom dove flapped
Its small wings to reach its love breaking the earthly ties!
Nowhere do we see the blue stretch as we look to the skies!
Everything is white here, shorn of colour, yet bright;
Far the stars shine and make white even the night !
There is no wind here, yet I can hear the sound of blowing
As being blinded by each other our eyes are glowing!!!
The words that we could not tell the familiar earth;
The still sea listens patiently, and we take a new birth !
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