Times and times I waited for this.
The beak is dry, dry! Everything is so dry!
Perched on,
Looking at the clouds above,
Hoping for a tinge of darkness,
My soul whispered the
Hornbill song in your ears.
The clouds have drifted above us,
The skies inviting for another flight
If you must fly, go take a soar
I shall keep you secure in my sight.
Some scattered twigs I pick,
Some bits of straw you bring.
Together, we build another life
For there could be another stormy night!
Now the rain has to fall
And surely it won’t fall for me alone!
And now it falls softly, a blessed relief!
Drinking thirstily, my soul keeps,
A prayer, a song, within its being…
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