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THE WILD SCULPTOR.
THE WILD SCULPTOR.
This desert is the sculptor, oh! Sculptors
Who mould these skyscrapers, Oh! Sculptors
Wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in ,
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
We are ready to wander , at top of these mountain
We tap into way yea! Stepped out.
Ha...ha..Laughing to climb a long steep
Jovial this company , long steep to ahead,
“Life is a journey , we dare to win”.
In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.
Who is hiding the beauty?
You the cloudy sky….or
The crazy swirling dust or the mist
We waves our hands and stares dawn to dusk.
Swing of the cool breeze make us to dance.
Oh joy! Dance with the beauty blossoms.
Singing birds in the valleys.
In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.
The gifted sculptor isn't an illusion.
Wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
Vinodkumarv
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This desert is the sculptor, oh! Sculptors
Who mould these skyscrapers, Oh! Sculptors
Wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in ,
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
We are ready to wander , at top of these mountain
We tap into way yea! Stepped out.
Ha...ha..Laughing to climb a long steep
Jovial this company , long steep to ahead,
“Life is a journey , we dare to win”.
In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.
Who is hiding the beauty?
You the cloudy sky….or
The crazy swirling dust or the mist
We waves our hands and stares dawn to dusk.
Swing of the cool breeze make us to dance.
Oh joy! Dance with the beauty blossoms.
Singing birds in the valleys.
In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.
The gifted sculptor isn't an illusion.
Wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
Vinodkumarv
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THE WILD SCULPTOR.
THE WILD SCULPTOR.