Sitting high rise
You want to advertise
The bounty in your soul
If only the light catches your eyes
You want to give
The right one who dares
Knocking at your door
Living in your bounty
Nestled in your serene place
The soft whirring fan gentle blow
The smile rich in tapestry of colors
Only the right one who dares to call
Sitting high rise
On the rattan box of needs
You want to get it happening
The soft rustle of fleeting seasons
The cascading light in glow
The tapestry of colors shine
The smile mesmerizing grow
The beauty in the bounty flow
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