Call Of Summer Poem by sallam yassin

Birds of season in the air
Maybe slipped out of sleep
from bottom deepest of the heart
Earnestly coolest of the all
Out of alleys
Beyond the locked gates
Out of the lost
In coldest fields
Sweet of lips
In season clinging butterflies
A passion messenger of the heart
Message
With Pigeon glued balmy
landed in my bed
Sent of summer
In winter lonely coldest bid
Words sweet
Birds of season in the air