Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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You entreat with a gentle swoosh, your charms beckon
As you blow through harried lands, parched for your love
Swishing through the trees you playfully swirl up leaves.
They rise up; they dance around, like marionettes in act.
O wily wind you blow through my parched land and life
Igniting emotions and passions, I thought long since dead
You make me yearn, you bring hope, you stir optimism.
With waggishness you entice me to be complicit in play
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