My foot
path mist hidden
Early
morning mist dethroned
How I
love summer warm murmurs
The
fruit that falls
With no
one to cull
Of my
trampled heart
To make
my days weep
Quietly
like a sad rainy day
Leaving
it all to the wet season
With wetness
and cold
With bursting
hail stones
A stir
still trails in my air
Calling
on the sun
To bring
back warmth of the summer
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