If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The fallen leaves danced to the rhythm of the wind,
The heart recollected some memories to redeem;
An unsung melody started playing its game,
The silent blue bird inside the heart was all in flame.
A mysterious voice whispered:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Time, with all its might created the ebb and flow,
The fireflies of love made the shore of the heart glow;
The desolate soul found a saviour,
To sail the boat of love in the soul’s favour.
A mysterious voice wailed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The spring of love was on its way,
The wretched and pinching agony was at bay;
The wailing heart comprehended the beauty of life,
In the ocean of love it took a deep dive.
A mysterious voice claimed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Romeo and Juliet were they not,
Not a tale from Shakespeare’s Romanticism;
Not poured down from Byron’s pen,
Yet nothing could withstand it to defame.
A mysterious voice echoed:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The cold lips trembled and smiled,
The essence of love been felt for the very first time;
The shore of the heart echoed voices of love,
With saviour nothing seemed to be tough.
The mysterious voice sang the symphony of love:
If winter comes, can spring be far behind.

~ lilac

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