Winston Dsouza

Rookie (21/04/1996 / Taccode (Indian))

Love; Sonnet 5

Its not like that beautiful flower,
Which bends to the suns rays,
Which fears for silly wars,
Or to walk on narrow ways,
Its not like that mountains snow,
Which melts to the suns glow,
Not one which goes to those brown hair and blue eyes,
Nor it changes at midday or skies,
Not it fears to the gale,

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