Blown away

The insober breeze assorted with my hair
Stop them and Keep them calm with a flair

They awfully bruises my blush
Where are you It's time for you to rush

The woeful eyes, justifies
Come soon, come fast
The month of March doesn't going to last
Adjust my flicks, play some tricks

Sunshines bright, white my sight
Don't make me roam just take me home
I waited for you so long just make me surpass this storm.

:-vartika