Those winter nights...
Those winter nights when it rains,
When the soft silence suddenly fades,
And thunder appears as blood in sky's veins,
Like short bursts of light in mysterious braids,
The next moment none of it remains,
Along with it sleep from my eyes also evades,
The crowded shades, the empty plains,
Those mesmerizing winter nights when it rains,
When it rains with a melody that contains,
A magical spell that never seems to break,
And that ever-fresh smell the rain retains,
My heart hungrier, it never ceases to make,
While others enjoy their warm sleep I remain awake,
Enjoying those winter nights when it rains.
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