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Writer's pictureGurdit

Unseasonable

He’s like the sun,

On a cold winter afternoon,

Shining, smiling, living,

With so much warmth,

That your skin glows with flowers.

While she’s the sudden rain,

On a hot summer evening,

Surprising everyone with her cold drops,

Quenching his thirst,

He never realised he had.



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