-one winter evening in the proud cold wind
-sun shrinking at dusk sorrowfully
-looking at the rose blossoms from the balcony
-thinking of you where could you be in such a weather
-come back to me
-wrapped in the shawl of sorrows
-the silent moon also awaits for you
-come back now-for the fireflies too got cold
come back because
-eyes have turned to stone
--Fatima ashi
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