All and anything it takes, to be numb and cold Until no man or memory seeps in through All and anything it takes, to be numb and cold Until no man or memory seeps in t...

Through the moist way My feet crossing the leaves Through the moist way My feet crossing the leaves

The sound of falling snow flakes, brought her to the window pane. The sound of falling snow flakes, brought her to the window pane.

The smell of the moist sand A patch of blue in the green land The smell of the moist sand A patch of blue in the green land

The poem shows the Diwali festival delights. The poem shows the Diwali festival delights.

Take your time And go for green And clean Take your time And go for green And clean