Monday, 31 March 2014


The crimson summer is scorching 

Scorching as it  overpowers life 

parched and lifeless 

The roasted  soil is dry and  barren 

Flowing on its sandy death bed 

The little blue stream still trickles on 

Another day it may last 

Another night may be 

Stars and life it sees today 

Happiness and bliss in the now 

But even as the sorrow of the summer creeps in 

And the flaming sun rises tomorrow 

Oh! Will the sand and pebbles run dry ? 

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