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When you have come braving the erratic storm
I welcome you, Come.
When you love me clinging to the troubled times
Come, I trust you, new year is a valued pigeon.
I know that you will stand with me in my home of thoughts
I am not alone here, will be aloud with the wind.
The Moon and the lonely terrace exchange words.
They will meet up after a sweet spell of January rain.
I may meet the stars many a time
In these long summer afternoons.
We have oceanic love, love for all.
Rain is emotion, making the trees green.
I am nobody’s slave, not a banana,
I am not a thing to be sold in a town fair.
I write only two lines, so many others write
Thousands and thousands of words. I reach my home
After so many houses
With a couplet of new year love. |
