The trees put on their yellow coats.
The time has come for autumn falls.
I will not welcome cold and rain,
I would prefer the summer stay.
Those pictures stand before my eyes,
The sun, moonglow and all-bright sky.
Why can't you be all year around?
Why do you have to leave our ground?
I would go thousands miles and roads,
I would kick open hundred doors,
For only purpose - find the way
To let the summer here stay.
The warmth of home, the fresh bread loaf,
Your eyes which in the bed will glow,
And children's joyful, sweet, bright laugh.
That is my dream, that is my Path...
©Dhoaras McDunnan
My very own summer
© Copyright: Торос Макданнан, 2005
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