When the warm wind blows.
When the warm wind blows,
My hair start wing through the north.
The summer too worm,
Thirsty crow can't maintain their thirst.
The river and the ponds seems so ill,
And the leaves flying down lazily.
The people so silent,
The shadow so dark,
The Ant seems no where else.
The day so kind,
The Ice cream so wanted,
The do bark around,
No bird sings around,
The silent so loud to hear,
The road so emptiness,
As the summer is the king,
No creatures seen in town,
All creature seen in beach,
Enjoying the real life,
Cold drink to snake,
And sent to water,
And diving to surfing,
As the summer is real life.
by Nehemiah t. Haokip
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Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
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