Warm winds and hot weather,
That is yours, Summer, pleasure,
Wasting all time which is leisure,
Your high temperature measure!
In this "sun shining" mood
By noone me understood
I don't want to be rude,
Hurt you, I wanted and could!
Body is hot, soul is not,
It's your last gotten shot,
Heat makes you be rot,
Now my love as yours - is not!
Summer
© Copyright: Лев Семушкин, 2017
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