I am withered red burning chinar leaf,
Waiting for the spring sun,
Now I feel the biting of winter frost,
Falling on the fields,
Let this winter soak me in snow!
I hear myself say,
Let winter come,
I will dance amongst the flowers,
When I wake up, I will rise again,
in colour green on the mighty chinar,
And breathe in the scent of spring roses! ! !
MyKoul
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