"it's like i'm waiting for rain in this drought"
warned by the imminent drought
contented with your spectre
earth revolving slowly on its axis
prolonging this catharsis
then came the breeze breaking
the nature's curse stopping
the plentitude of sadness.
indubitable feeling of lightness
but a breeze is a breeze
the moment it injects its anti - freeze
you'll want more, crave and never ignore
but she'll be gone, here's to the sun.
