All trees are in your eyes
And all tropical July in you,
But I was the cold blast of January
That passed by you
And now to my surprise,
I turn into the breeze of May!
Trees are in your eyes and I turn in to the breeze of May to witness love of seasons. Wonderful expression shared...10
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I turn into the breeze of May