KAVIN CHARALAN


My Window Has These Four - Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

Summer with scorching Sun
Is always harsh and merciless
Winter is always at bitter war
With thunder or no thunder
Rain shower is welcome guest
Spring is my honor with beautiful flowers
Gates' Windows may have many more
My Window has only these four


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012



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