When i whisper
The sweet name of yours,
Blows a gale
Across my barren land.
Through the times immemorial,
And those golden sand;
Brings the wind
A cloud of down pour;
Gives us dreams, hopes
And charms some more
Brings the storm,
A soul unflurred;
Standing against the wind
Just to hear-
The wind, whispering your name;
With that old remembered flame!!
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