Scorching sun rise up in the sky
Burning all in its path
Oh dear where will you hide
But getting through a long tiring ride
Freezing winds glide through the air
Putting a pause to the show
There she is, nailed to her chair
Dreaming of meadow
"This shall end" a girl declares
"This shall not" a man says no
By: Muhammad Hilfi Adanni
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