I watch through the window
see a bright sun out
With all enthusiasm, I go out
and get stuck by a wind flow.
The sun is there in full
It is radiant and nice
Yet, it is chill in ties
the winds bring the cool.
Heard, that the sun scorches
it beats the elements in the strength
but it is a falsity in length
as winds excel in few pockets.
I perceive the force of winds
not alone in speed as of earlier
I experience the biting cold’s succour
as they flow through the fore and hind.
I pity you, the great golden Sun
You, who I thought was unsurpassable
appear sheepish here in all possible
Well, that is also a part of fun.
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