Seasons
When the wind blows,
And the leaves fall,
The autumn begins,
The dry leaves cry,
But the boots crush them,
And the world is red,
The color of blood.
When the rain falls,
And the leaves grow,
The spring comes,
The shy leaves smile,
And our hearts fill with love,
The world is green,
The color of joy.
I await the spring….




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Hi Priyanka,
Few have captured the seasons as succinctly and beautifully as you….brilliant is an understatement
Pushpendra
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