After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And the land that bore i... After many rains, The seed never sprouted, Twas dead, not dormant, And ...

Seeds of thoughts germinate Seeds of thoughts germinate

Allow me to become the rain For wetting the arid land Of your body. Sundering from the ti... Allow me to become the rain For wetting the arid land Of your body. S...

Every one is a moon, and has a dark side... Every one is a moon, and has a dark side...