Summer blooms like an angel with flighty wings,
This summer is like a repose or bad taste,
The feeling is growing every season into a summer.
For the summer is a colder climate for the heated child,
The son who is like a fragile corner of the globe,
The daughter who abstains from a prize-giving ceremony.
Spring will become an actor in a theatre called height,
The higher forms of laughter come actually from beauty,
This spring will be a destination for the whole of marriage.
The spring is like the season of the south, the reason for risk,
The trial of the complex-minded, the tent of the obsolete;
I force the climbing crew with a solid look at spring as a season.
The wincing goes on, the wanting is a call for the right act,
This grimace is a highly taught affair of the ruination so bland,
So let summer and spring be at headlong strife with each other.
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Summer is considered as angel is amazing comparison in imagery. Spring becomes actor. This grimace is a highly taught affair. Very amazing poem shared.10