Sun Storm

What medicine I do of love malaise?

Is this the world I deserve without you?

A year of two seasons served on a platter

Of sun sufferings in the open

When all live in pursuit of golden fleece

What wings I have got are forbidden

In yearning of flying season

I have cloaked this flourish of paper

Which escapes my hold of pen and ink

What about you?

Knowing I suffer in the sun storm of your love

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