The summer, hot, oozing with joy.
I long for the winter..
so it's normal to be a cold, lost, little boy.
Far and few in between..
there are those days of healing rays,
where not a shadow, or a crack goes unseen.
Where..each blade of grass grows at the same pace as I,
Where I am just one little thing, the same as a fly.
Where I am, not me, just an ordinary man,
the grain in my face, no different from the grain in the sand.
The summer, hot, but for too long, everything would burn.
I wish you could stay..
and winter never returned.
I like this piece! I like how there is a progressiveness of thought in the piece in what the speaker longs for, from a dejected state of mind to a somewhat hopeful tone. I love the personification of summer and winter as well. Well done amigo! Cheers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Totally agree with Poet Michelle. You have created good poetry here. Thanks for sharing