Don't dip into sight, until Winter's void
Play more tunes, sought constantly in 'sphere
If, far a worry be, here, must avoid;
For Spring's tale far away, later be shown
And Winter, pungently, being not here
Will, hence, such with a rigging be a down,
Wherein Love's growth considereth such way
Three wholesome steps to wear pretty lore
One for you, two for other, to be gay.
Just, as, first meet, then realize, after choice
Afterall Love is made, chilling mind wherefore
- O hear! Love is but for whom, has voice
In need, to let Winter come on green spray
And dew-drops, upon minds, equally do lay.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
10/29/2016
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