A morning gift I received todaybig, shiny, goldensent from the sky, from the heaven of my Nirakarstraight to the doors of my eyes Cluster Fig (Audumbar) in my yard. The leaves who inspired me this poem. I opened my doors‎and the gift started playing‎a live show,‎‎a live gift,‎set up high in the skyBright hope flowsthrough the golden rays of the rising Original link