Sun no more seen
Hiding or hibernating
Cloudy sky
Weeping cloud
Woodpigeons
No more pairing
Lone squirrel
Seeking acorns
Already buried
But forgotten.
Birds waiting
For the spring
To think of love
On the bench in the park
Two young people
Cuddling and kissing
Making themselves warm
Youth have no winter
Love keep the cold away
Let us wait
Till the cuckoos returns
Let us wait till
The daffodils bloom
Let us hope our blood too
get warm again in the sun, in the spring.
Cover: Jyothis Paravoor
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