Season we
await come in its turn
Clouds’
teardrops are gone running
in every continent’s river to its deepest
sea
in every mountain and roots under
Sip by
thousand thirsty tree
Eaten by one
hungry world
As the
clouds retire to its haven
My tears
will go dry with comfort and love
Surrendering
all my misery
Surrendering
my fate in Him
Here comes
Sun! Awake from his nap
Here comes
our summer, my dandy summer
Dressed in
glittering robe
Giving us a
sizzling day
Summer air
whispers romance
near the boundary of doubts
Enjoying his
moment to shine
Disregarding
the return of teardrops
Season we
await come in its turn
Each has its
own reason
Giving us
bunch of laughter
Leaving us
coffins of sorrow
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