Winter
Here the divinely inspired flames come
and dress the tree-lily with buds
in the worn out clothes of worn out leaves, and say
Where the worn out world is burning
The mountains are breaking up under the weight of darkness and taking shape
How can there be eternal youth
Which has not yet taken any shape
Climbing on the forehead of darkness,
time says, what you call life
is only the union of dream and awakening
Here the cuckoo cries, tearing the peace of the middle of the night
The winter comes to tear the sad creeper
Here everyone has a different tree,
someone is in someone else's
There is no donor in this three world
who will let you drink the nectar of life
listen to the echo of joy that is resonating in the sky of your life,
let the fragrance fill the entire world,
play such a flower game,
crying is a sin here, don't cry
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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