As the drunk wind of Spring returns,
I remember my solitude –
like waking up from a long dream,
that stretched almost endless, of love
and merriment, with a loud bang
that dinned across my bedazzled brain,
with the warmth of sleep fading fast,
like a distant memory from the past!

The wind of Spring smells like rain, far away
upon the budding growths of tomorrow;
the wet smell reawakening the furrows,
kept in hibernation throughout the Winter days! 

Behold, to kill me with a longing, absolute,
the wind of Spring has rekindled my forgotten solitude!


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