The wild Sculptor
This desert is the sculptor, oh! Sculptors
Who moulds these skyscrapers, Oh! Sculptors
The wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in,
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
We are ready to wander at top of these mountains
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 wave our hands and stares dawn to dusk.
Swing of the cool breeze makes us dance.
Oh, joy! Dance with the beautiful blossoms.
Singing birds in the valleys.
In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.
The gifted sculptor isn’t an illusion.
The wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
(My memories of a trip to the edge of the world mountains in KSA)
Vinodkumarv
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