Stubborness
Last week there was one more
I did not go
There was on and two that's three
It cannot go on so
I keep counting
January's eight
February's three
March's and April's late
Four farewell for me
I think no one heard them
So I cried only for me
The storm broke so many stems
And I'm a naked tree
O where are they gone
In such a hurry
And dawn always coming
To keep company
How can it just so
Silently rattle me
I will not go
Even tear is blinding me.
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