Born in summer light and heat,
With crocks of moon in dazzling eyes.
Washed by silent rain complete,
With will of life in baby eyes.

In love with autumn’s golden ray,
The dreamy skies in depths of heart
Encircling the gleaming day
And every end is like a start.

In winter − tears with dash of dreams,
Depressing days and heavy nights.
A mind to drawn in nightmare beams
And be defeated by the lights.

March has come and winter’s done.
My heart is dieing: broken wing.
And here I am: destroyed and gone;
Another summer dead in spring.