Breeze - Poem by Piyush Dey
This land, a dynamic place,
Where the flowers grow in different soils,
Where sun peaks sometimes
and sometimes the rain,
Where birds sing in the dawn
and bats howl in the night,
Where sometimes a flower blossoms
and sometimes dies bravely,
Where gods reside in lovely souls,
Where love deepens when the heavens cry,
O breeze, fly, fly, fly...
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