Spring wind blows
In your heart, a storm rolls in...
In a hidden place of your heart
A place where nobody stopped
Alone together, the loneliness
The quiet afternoon and nights
Spring whispered in the wind
The story that's not written
Our body wrapped in the moonlight
Rhymes of violin drowning at the heart
We wrote music on the subway walls
The silence has fallen in this spring night...
The bleeding roses in red and white
Twisted twigs, dry leaves of winter left in the wind
Two full-time dreamers with clasped hands
Silence has fallen in this spring wind...
Asoke Kumar Mitra
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