For mine intensity... Mine aspiration. For mine intensity... Mine aspiration.

There is a lovely lady, Whom I have often seen... There is a lovely lady, Whom I have often seen...

Like a bright blooming flower that threw the snow She overcame her struggles and gleamed with glow   Like a bright blooming flower that threw the snow She overcame her struggles and...

Poet thinks of the lover who is very far and seems like a mirage doubting the very existence. Poet thinks of the lover who is very far and seems like a mirage doubting the ve...

Somewhere in the woods of wild, A little soul was soft and mild. Somewhere in the woods of wild, A little soul was soft and mild.

Storm. Like a tree, protect them with branches green and roots wise. Storm. Like a tree, protect them with branches green and roots wise.