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Tag: outdoors
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Your Hand in My Hands
When your hand is in my hands,
when my words are in your words,
we could get lost just walking like that.When your breath is in my breath,
and solitude is close to us,
I put my head on your shoulder and fall asleep.I wake up in your love,
and win by losing to you.
When you get upset, I sing to conciliate you.My breath is complete with you,
without you there is no fulfillment.
You are my love, with you the season turns to spring.
When you are here I am at peace,
and when you are not, I despair.My love, just tell me what more to say to you, what do you want to hear?
Everything could keep going on like this,
we keep meeting this way,
but this will only happen when you’re here.
When you’re here.(Original in urdu by Ali Zafar from his Album Masti)
