The breeze of the spring Dances like a highland lass, Swaying her raised hands Playfully like the daffodils, Waiting for the month That would tie her knots With the monsoon king; And by the next harvest season She will visit her home again Descending like a silver drop Alongwith the downpour Of the midsummer evening.
Category: Nature
Autumn Maiden
The autumn desires to meetThe maiden of the spring,Across the moonbeam archUnder the crimson sprinkled leaves,To lay the cornerstone forThe monsoon to sow the seedsOf happiness in every man's heart.
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