Spring is now and you
make me wait till summers
All gardens are in bloom
with colors and fragrance
your youth is at its glory
showing off its pride
yet you make me wait
to see these joys of youth
to an aged hot summer
which is wrinkled and
about to lose its shine
to the scorching sun of
hottest months of year
The water is fresh
cold and filled with
melting ice from north
yet you refuse to come
out and meet me here
and send a message to
meet me down south
where no rivers reach
along a rough sea
that is raging with
fury of past beatings
it took from the waves
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