I stored my dreams
in the foots of the mount Abu
beneath a stash of snow
I knew summer would rob me
of my treasure
When spring came
I saw a rose
smiling at me
I stayed there
Night and day
Looking at it smile
The autumn winds
Mocked me
The angry me
stole the sunlight
and walked into the winter
forever.
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