When <br />in the calm and lonely night <br />a breezing wind sings a song <br />of quite unknown season of love... <br />I do start changing <br />the pages of my past days <br />one by one... <br />and even more to the introversion <br />where in the island of memories or <br />such as like <br />once hot summer's afternoon of June <br />I feel warmth of your that touch <br />even now feeling that at this moment...<br /><br />Firdaus Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-season-of-love/
