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Friday, September 02, 2016

Lament to end of summer


The Wizard's Feet
End of Summer
by Krishnaa ©
Why would I lament the summer’s end,
the promise of cooler days, a reprieve from heat?
As the  clouds begin to descend,
my heart trills; my ecstasy is complete.

The promise of cooler days, a reprieve from heat,
a chance to savour the fresh drops of rain-
My heart trills; my ecstasy is complete.
Strangely though, my pleasure seems profane.

A chance to savour the fresh drops of rain-
I cherish this time as summer beats a retreat!
Strangely though, my pleasure seems profane
as the once gay sky is with gray clouds replete.

I cherish this time as summer beats a retreat.
Yet, my mind ruminates on the summer’s flavor.
As the once gay sky is with gray clouds replete,
my fondness for rainy days seems to waver.

Yet, my mind ruminates on the summer's flavor
as the tangy colours give way to a softer tone.
My fondness for rainy days seems to waver.
I am held in awe by an emotion unknown.

As the tangy colours give way to a softer tone,
nostalgia’s recurrent sway seizes my heart.
I am held in awe by an emotion unknown.
The incessant rain rips my moods apart.

Nostalgia’s recurrent sway seizes my heart-
Why doesn’t my poor mind learn to let go?
(The incessant rain rips my moods apart.)
There is much elegance in going with the flow.

Why doesn’t my poor mind learn to let go?
There is beauty in each season, each age.
There is much elegance in going with the flow.
It’s the moment in time to turn a new page.

There is beauty in each season, each age.
As the  clouds begin to descend,
it’s the moment in time to turn a new page.
Why would I lament the summer’s end?

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