Love's Season
—Mobaidul Sagor
In love’s own season, as dreams arise,
Will you not come beneath my skies?
My teary eyes, they tell no lies—
Won’t you love me, or say goodbyes?
Where you have felt the flow of love’s stream,
Why do you not speak up and make it gleam?
When love returns with time in hand,
Shall we not walk together, side by side, so grand?
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