In a wakeful doze I keep gazing

Though my life is turbulent,
the water is calm.
It soothes my shaken nerves,
washes away the distress.
In a wakeful doze I keep gazing..

Though the times are bitter,
the breeze is sweet.
It blows away my sorrow,
whisks away the dullness.
In a wakeful doze I keep gazing..

Though the people around me are cold,
the rays of the sun are warm.
They mellow down my temper,
burn away all the hate.
In a wakeful doze I keep gazing..

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