Summer, winter

Her name is Summer

Always arguing for winter

Even in the mist of blizzards

A case of wishing for the opposite

The unreachable.

In winter she remembers

Her name with nostalgia

Always arguing for winter

But it is here she turns

The uncommitted.

Between seasons she is known

For her silence and confusion

Always arguing for winter

Even in blizzards but her

Name is Summer.

February 5, 2020

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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