The Wind.

And who takes my fragrance to the solitary loon?
Who sits in the Sun warming his heart.
To see the beauty of the solitary lass.
The one to steal my sweetness desired.
The Wind, you are the nature’s pryer.

-Manvendra Vidyarthi.
(The Stories beneath the eyes)

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