A piece of wind with crying songs,
Singer birds crawling along,
Heartless heat, scorching sun,
Being isolated is no more fun,
Smell of droplets, I can feel,
Come in front I wanna steel,
Mud, dust and my feet,
Ants, rice and some wheat,
Dead ends is what I hate,
Can I stay more, I am already late,
Don’t move me if it’s a dream,
I think I found the way behind the mountain,
A little bit wet, a little bit green…..
-Nijo Johnson
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this one is the best out of the 3 u've posted....nits somewhat similar to the way sudhir writes....i loved this one the most after "a wave" :D
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