THE COMING OF WINTER
up in the morning i take a short stroll
down along that street that birds own
the morning a time their melodies roll
and dew water drops as the sun brightness show
today as i walked a deep breath i took
and wondered why it smelt of summer so soon
but why? we still have hot summer noons
and santas time but a few moons
memories of many winters then came by
how of many things i used to buy
and in all my parols always fly
a jolly good moment in its time
how natural it was then that i prayed
that i see this winter just a few months away
and hoping that i wake up that day
to a brand new year and changed ways
down along that street that birds own
the morning a time their melodies roll
and dew water drops as the sun brightness show
today as i walked a deep breath i took
and wondered why it smelt of summer so soon
but why? we still have hot summer noons
and santas time but a few moons
memories of many winters then came by
how of many things i used to buy
and in all my parols always fly
a jolly good moment in its time
how natural it was then that i prayed
that i see this winter just a few months away
and hoping that i wake up that day
to a brand new year and changed ways
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