Sitting over the river side felt the cold breeze stopping by my side
Slapping me across my face it left me pale and unconscious,
Shivering more from within rather the outer arctic
Seductive were the winds, from the Arabian Sea breeze
The colour was all red and the petals were all fresh from sea side
Settling in between the heat of the tropic and zone carried over more ripples
The unrest within matched the sudden uproar
But didn’t died was all alive with the ends the ends which weren’t mine
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