Let it be . . .

Let those stray birds flock again in your branches

Let the wind flow through their feathers

Let the heap of withered leaves under your autumn branches

be another mountain for the moon to raise from behind

Let the song of rain sung for the first time

When the night falls down,

let the song carry the darkness and keep your branches

brighter than ever before

Let the world stay calm that it

will listen to your growing desires and thus

unexpect your fruits

Let the greatest soul give the river

another chance to flow by your side

Let children throw your seeds into the river

that reaches places

Let no bridges built across our river

as we ensure its flow

by being on its two different banks

Let you raise again and again in love and

Let you grow again and again till the time ceases

Let faces fade in and fade out

and the memories too

Let you be everywhere

and thus be nowhere in this conscious game

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