There were times she could really go as if she doesn't care. But this time, now, she feels it was something about certain Uncertainty that she had to fight with. Summer bids adieu. Why don't you let me go , she whispered to the going summer. I know you secretly turn back to look if I am fine. I know you do. Why don't you let me go... and the summer blew its Hot Wind, but kept on moving. Why do you come back in my mind, she said more intensely. And the summer snapped Yellow Leaves from their dear branches but kept on moving. Why do you hide your severity from me, why don't you show what you are and the summer... , it went on and on, running from its shadow, hiding from its fierceness and gave way to the more gentle Rains. But could the rains, more gentle, more soothing give the same feeling?
Could it ever rouse the same thirst?
Could it ever rouse the same thirst?
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| still from "Goodbye" |
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