A summer is always forgotten
as our thoughts rotten,
of lights and light thoughts.
A flower much sought,
florish a lapse of time.
I can only call mine,
thoughts that were,
once all over.
A summer is always forgotten
as our thoughts rotten,
of lights and light thoughts.
A flower much sought,
florish a lapse of time.
I can only call mine,
thoughts that were,
once all over.