Eyes open after sleep;s embrace,
Bright and early, the morning&;s grace.
A pine sways gently with a sigh,
Clear in its perspective, sky up high,
To where only blue is seen,
Its aim is forever keen.
Chorus:
May! It may again, again this May,
Goodbye to spring, hello to June;s display.
Promise of love and the sun&;s gentle rays,
Warmth and light upon us, bathing the terrace,
Where evening tea sways in the sunset&;s caress.
We cannot catch time;s fleeting flight,
Nor drink life;s nectar to the last drop so bright.
Spring has already made its retreat,
Leaning into summer;s beat,
Reflecting rain and russet hue,
In eyes that hold a somber view.
Chorus:
Autumn surrenders in advance,
Snowy and icy, in a winter;s dance,
Dividing seasons once more,
In hopes that spring will be restored.
And we try to chase the days,
When all we really need is to wait and gaze.
MAY
© Copyright: Павел Ишанов, 2023
Свидетельство о публикации №123083102874
Свидетельство о публикации №123083102874
Рецензии