When Summers Die.......

the rain fades as winds propel to exhibit: a birth of a new season, and to show life in motion New dreams are born and change is a possibility And that is to be given a step to grow wings to the sky and collect the stars of our dreams This disclose the celerity of time as one dances with his inamorata in celebration of the love that lasted them summer This all brings a sour taste to this unsettled heart of mine For being denied of love, and for being forsaken of a better companionship This agony of mine is reflected on the falling brown leaves And again wonder crosses my mind Does death of sunny days reflects birth of a new life? Or Does it simply show misery to come? One more change in seasons show no difference to mine eyes When summers die it is my lonely heart that cries...