Many spring
I have finished from my life.
Only for neglect.
I never get any touch from you.
When all leaf dropp from life,
then you have come in my life.
Now I am standing this world
as like a leafless pine tree.
When it is raining-
then all of my body get wet.
It is so difficult to stand
by one leg.
But now..........
I am waiting for you,
if you tight to my body-
as like a golden bower.
I don't want to lost you then,
from my that spring life.
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