Will I wither like a leaf
In the autumn of your mind
Will I get washed away as the mud
Pillaged by the monsoon of your soul
Will I burn as the bush
By the heat of your summer mood
Will I freeze as the snow
By the winter of your cold
Will I be the wail
From your disdain
Or will I blossom like a flower
From the spring of your rush
And flush like meadows
From the showers of your attention
Will I be the love song
Awakened from your gentle touch
The morning dew
From tears of your joy
Will I get to talk to you
And know you as much...
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