Gagan Ahuja

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

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