ZEPHYR:
It is harmatan
The west wind
Picked me up
Wrapped me delicately
Shielded me
From jaded weapons
Of cruelty and reality
Where I can crawl again
Under cherry blossoms
And tremble in delight.
©Amir Muhammad Harbo
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