Warmth
Warmth
In the canopy of my world,
Lying under the affectionate shades of my father,
Quenching thirst from caring brook of my mother.
Where there are no traces of dusk,
In the everlasting Paradise,
Under the warmth of my Earth!
In the canopy of my world,
Lying under the affectionate shades of my father,
Quenching thirst from caring brook of my mother.
Where there are no traces of dusk,
In the everlasting Paradise,
Under the warmth of my Earth!