Where the trees touch the sky,
where the sky is blue and very high.
Where the fluffy clouds go floating by,
and dreamers dream to touch the sky.
Where fragnant flowers are all around,
where butterflies flutter and bees go round.
Where melted gold is poured down,
and the light of fireflies halo around.
The place cradled by greenery,
and pampered by serenity.
The place where my heart resides,
the place where I came as a bride.
Ghazala...
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