Summer comes when the sun smiles
Nature rises to her Eden designs.
But my love is imprisoned to my chest
Chained, unable to lay on paradise rug.
I go on and march on with the quest of life
I feel defeated but hope is the gentle wind
That carries me along,
And one day, on a summer's day
When the sun smiles
I too will laugh and rest on Eden's grass.
K.Oni
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