Poem by: wasi abbas
In the days of warm Sun
I feel nipped in the snow gales.
In the days of Snow gales
I feel no season at all.
Seasons Fall and flow like Spring
I feel cold thoughts shake and wring
I revolve and move alike
A hit door around a loose hinge.
Let my Sun be cold and nip
Warmth of void relation
Freeze me to Death.
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