Drops of dew
Shimmer on the leaves as
Solitaires
Raging, pouring rains,
Cascading down the mountains
Like my love
Scorn, disdain
Shown by the enraging tempest
Soothes my heart
Wandering, meandering
Winds in the surroundings
Uplifting my spirits
Fall is yet to be
Leaves in the gust of wind
My thoughts soar with them
In split of a moment
during a long drawn breath
I inhale a fly
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