un these revolving of four seasons
i stay un aware, careless i9n my own feels
drenched in waterfall of comings of revealations to my heart,
and i hold and smell the glowing buds
they erupt every nite with birth of litt;le star..
near my foot end, autumns fall
and in my dreams i wander in fields green;
and the beating of heart fill me with charm of summers,
when my tears fall in cold long nights of silent winters;
i wrap myself in my seasons
where i wander, giggle ,stay in my own reasons...!!
hiramalik
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