In the winter morning
Sitting in the balcony
Basking in sun's ray
I watch you standing
At the window
Sliding against the wall
The leafy bougainvillea
Burning with soft colors
Across your face casts
Its flitting shadow
In the winter morning
From the southern hills
Comes the wind seeking
Your love cloyed with
Sun's golden glow
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