If You Left Spring for Winter
A song of silent longing
By Rohitha LankaPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
If I sang a song without words
If I heard music without melody
If the sun rose on a moonless night
If I looked like a book with blank pages…
If I beat in a heart without a heartbeat
If there was no sleep to dream
What more could I do
If you left spring for winter…?
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Interesting poet