Summer wind

When the summer wind blows
Blowing red dust of barren lands
Along with dry leaves
That covered them with last sigh
It dances like a gypsy girl
Skirt flowing
Across the sleepy village
Retired under blazing sun
It sings a song
That resonates
Like mournful sigh
Of a soul lost.

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