written by: Ipsita Banerjee
You are the first leaf bud of spring
I am the whistling thrush
That sings at dawn.
You are the first plunge pool of summer
I am the glacier
Melting in your arms.
You are the first rain of monsoon
I am the parched earth
Singing your love song.
You are the first shiver of winter
I am the crackling fire
Reflecting your warmth.
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