Dear Zephyr
O you, Dear Zephyr! Blow, blow, blow
Over the vill. that’s beneath the hill
Abutting my heart and opened hand’s claw
Never be stopped and never be slow.
Not be so hot, not be so chill
So that much comfort we feel
To lessen the heat of the sun’s glow
In a pleasant manner you have to flow
So please, dear zephyr! Blow you blow.
Copyright © Tasruzzaman Babu | Year Posted 2015
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