SEASONS OF PASSION

Soft leaves slowly fall,

her delicate body spreads,

under the bare tree.

 

Freshly melting snow,

softly caressing bodies,

enjoined in a kiss.

 

She casts me a look,

a red rose blooms in my heart,

we give birth to Love.

 

The parched earth clamours,

and I lie drenched in your arms,

no rain falls on me.

~Rachit~

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