I’ve learnt to judge you at crucial time,
Not to conclusions jumping: a regrettable crime,
Marriage a woman often eyes in her prime,
Your chosen days, a sour lime,
In my room locked, caring not a dime …
Your hovering winds minding,
When their pressures are grinding,
Your heat we don’t support finding,
Your droplets on even paths winding.
Befriended I have weather installations,
In...
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