Autumn.

The summer is over, the cold reigns.
The cold winds blow in autumn signing the coming of july.
The sun shines from afar, the rays not providing any warmth.

As the winter flood gates open, and the chills dull the thrills.
Ever so often we seek for our warmth in tunic and boots.
We seek for the yonder heart and warm heart.
We seek for that laughter and genuine encouragement.
Our hearts long for that dear one...

In the cold july the flamming eyes will thaw the frost.
The warm kiss will sweeten the voice, and the jade bird will once again sing. An embrace that will let two hearts beat in tandem. Defrosting the ice in between.
Be it unto thee, the holder of the candle, let thy heart have grace and let mine heart thaw.

Let friendship if nothing more blossom.
Let the blocked channel be unblocked. Let salams and morning be.

A sincere plea from, a desperate friend , seeking an olive branch.