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Another story of winter, I shall not write
Let this Fall leave me empty;
Snowy breeze of night may hold me tight
Let the Spring be only in my mind.
I know, how one becomes the wind, to go missing
And then return in Nor'wester's fang on a burnt day.
Close eyes, feel few drops of her rain
Let it bring crops, calming a fiery chest.
Oh No! Another morning glory I do not wish to be
Clutch again none but a rocky wall to ascend
Monsoon will flood the broken roads of my city;
Rather walk me to a harvest of winter-end. |
