The Faded Summer

Season has a slight

Lack of summer sunshine

In the hustle and bustle

Of the harvest-fly

Looks!

The dream sky regrets

When the clouds come back

The grass is now yellowish

Lazy boat carrying aomeone to other bank

Whose ground’s full of daisies

Red poincianas fell to humiliation

Love letters are without of love

There’re the words of reproach

It seems to be something aloof

Like the moon splits apart

Perhaps, heaven and earth are about to transfer

People change new clothes,

Leaves change colors,

Is there any change without suffering?