O summer!
How I hate thee
Defeats the boundary of infinity
For thee punish I with a mighty scorching sun
Leaving I wither
And ugly as an immortal sin
O summer!
How I wish the hands of time turns back
To the days when only winter there was
To those ole days
Bees would swarm over my scarlet petals
Sucking nectar from my stigmas
Whilst feeding romantic melodies
To my starving ears
O summer!
Like a ruined broken heart
I weep whenever a train of reminisces Runs through crannies of my mind
Defying my metallic resolve
That i shall forget memories of those colorful days
When i defined flawless beauty
When I existed as the undisputed queen of this garden
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