relax rafique,
the wind is gone,
but will be back,
after kissing the Himalayas,
frozen lips,
and will be gravid,
with grains of rains,
it will shower ice,
on your burning, skins,
it is moonson,
the beautiful princess of the East,
it will be coolant,
and will spread its long, beatiiful,
black hairs,
on your face and shoulders,
she will paint your desert,
with green and rainbow colors,
the buds of roses,
will germinate,
and waters will run in your,
veins and the five rivers,
She has sparkly,
lust in her hairs
and eyelashes,
she is thirsty wind,
let her go, to to himalayas,
relax rafique,
she will be back,
as moonson,
The oriental princess,
The beaty of Kashmir.
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