Summer is a mean man
Who burns your skin
And later says, "Sorry, "
With his pleasant and refreshing rain.
Autumn is a fall
How high you rise
- it doesn't matter
Life declines
And hits the floor.
Winter is coldhearted
No one is grateful to it
Sigh and cry
Reign over its sky.
Spring, is it a sprinter?
As wind dashes
Fleet-footed time rushes
To hastily jump into Forever.
Life is short
Just a moment long
Like fish leap back into water
We hastily jump into Forever.
(Asmara: February 19,2016)
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