Summer In Soil
The merry of the breeze this May
a disease of the decease that come my way
all the words which my love had to say
This day! this day, I love today
of girls and summer
the longing in embers that is slumber
your written history is the bereave of a poet
you are my love and noth the sonnet
what of poets and songs
all mirth dies in the evening of wrongs
thou shalt come to me on the summer breeze
what is black in thee heart will freeze
poem by Gagan Ahuja
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