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My constant...

  • Writer: Shaanvi Rai
    Shaanvi Rai
  • Dec 7, 2024
  • 1 min read

I think of you when the storms arrive.

I think of you in the heavy downpour.

I think of you when the sun shines too bright.

I think of you as the breeze wisps by.

I think of you during dreary nights.

I think of you when days seem too long.

I think of you when the young flowers bloom.

I think of you when they wilt and rot.

I don’t know your name,

Not even something to call.

Yet, you preside in my mind,

Through the rise and the fall.

 
 
 

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