I live under summer's mercy
but no matter how much my skin profits from sun's warmth
no matter how much heat which I have been adapted to
my heart longs for winter's cold
and the snow (how it seduces me to take a risk)
and gentle bites and vapour breaths
but
the weather demands surrender (not payment)
and until I accept the cost I will stay
afire.
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Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Muhammad. Please read my poem CHILDREN OF CRUEL FATE.