Moaning
Whining
To the endless shadows
Creeping
Shimmering
To the silent wind whirls
Dashing slashing
The nourishing rice troupes
Twisting
Lingering
To the greenery meadows
Mirror mirror on the wall
Oh oh I am not a mirror
I am the harvested fields to lullaby your hunger
Relaxing after a great victory
Under the gloomy sunset
Thinking about tomorrow
What is going to happen
Preethi
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