By Avik Derentz,
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
You arrived
With warmth and flair,
You glanced
At me smiling
Through curls of long,
Flowing brown hair…
Just why did you caress
My flushing face?
And then, with
Quivering lips and all,
You captured therewith
My heart and soul.
I was all prepared to
Settle for fall…
I simply was not ready
For spring, at all…!
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