Love At Winter

When the sun is gone from the western sky
And the scarlet blush is fading
With the evening being spread etherized
A mellow breeze starts to blow from up north.
The caravan of clouds are heading back
Sailing with the wind for the sea
From their valiance in battles lost
Against the highest mountain on the earth.
Busy life on the city streets
Starts to take a yellow shade from the lights.
Yet throughout these I let my airy kite
Fly with the wind and rise higher
Than the floating clouds. I don’t know
How far might this invisible thread can go!

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