To my every search,
Far and afar away,
To every of that search,
That I searched
. . . . . in every way
In Pacific, through Atlantic
Through the cold in the Arctic,
I kept searching in every depth,
Closer and afar,
To every inch, I searched,
I tried, finding something,
. . . . . everyday
I found, my way,
Blue and divine,
Serene in say,
Like It was gifted and defined,
And, in the most beautiful way,
As the world would want,
Like the sin of greed, I wanted it
. . . . . to be mine
I drowned, in ways, I can never explain
Where, the moonlight flash, Upon my sight,
I found my depth,
. . . . . Right in your eyes
-dawierdwriter
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Manthan 