Its the same fan above my head asking for a request everytime to start..
Its the same May Sun in the sky above denying to lessen its flames..
And the same me with the flickers of hope still left in my deserted heart..
Eagerly awaiting June Rains to wipe out remaining sparks..
Preparing the stage to reinvent it before it jumps out of hibernation..
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