Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water!

The dusty water once got constipated

Over wet sand and dirt

And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness

Into a bulk of human appearance

And got garnished with snowflakes.

A little man made of dusty water!

His friend, a child of four or five years, called

Him Winter and splashed him with

The leftovers of Christmas decorations.

And Winter wondered the land grumpy

Complaining about the snowflakes.

For love is given not earned

For love is bestowed not won

For love is another avalanche

The winter-man Winter feared

And run in search of summer.

A little man made of dusty water!

They told him to head south

They told him to head north

For wherever he is, she is not there.

On the way, he met a wise earthworm

And the truth downed on him.

Do you live in the hope of love

Or die in its arms?

A little man made of dusty water!

He became an inventor

To bring together

Summer and winter

Sadly for Summer

He’s fallen in love

With invention

She is lonely on the beach

He is stuck in a refrigerator freeze!

Do you live in the hope of love

Or die in its arms?

February 6, 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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