The sun shines so often
But hardly does it lighten
The gloom and scary darkness
In a life full of sadness
The moon brightens all
But hardly does one find
Solace and a blissful sight
Waking up in the midst of night
The rain falls every season
But the thirst in a heart
The desire for some coolness
Grows and makes one restless
The soft breeze always flows
And fills the world with life
But briskly enough it blows
The lamp of hope that glows
Isar
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