We are not looking forward for April or May.
We are waiting for June with a mood of its own.
I am not satisfied with your being away.
You are not satisfied with my being alone.
Summer’s sun, summer’s wind, summer’s love and respect.
Summer’s freshness will not be fortuitous, rare.
We’ll be worried a little in spite of the fact
That we are so honest, sincere and fair.
We are waiting for June
© Copyright: Татьяна Ивановна Кузнецова, 2013
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