the day of four summers.*





that day, the day of four summers
past, scintillates clearly so that
the other days that led to it
and the days in its passing
are dry leaves tossed and strewn across the ground
by a playful, teasing breeze.

that day, the day of four summers
was my life coming to an end
of a new birth; of knowing no other life before

sorrows are left to fend for their own
regrets are left somewhere, unnecessary
guilts, all true sins of the past, burned off

because on that day of four summers
i knew no more sorrow,
no more regrets,
only guiltless bliss.

for on that day, the day of four summers past
you came like a playful breeze
to tumble my days like dry leaves
you swept my days away like acacia leaves,
mere playthings to your nature

on that day of four summers
i reveled in your touch --
the wisps of your hair teasing me,
light touch of your lips caressing my cheek,
your embrace a cool respite from days before,
and so welcomed, in days that followed.

it is four summers today
and my head inclines to the beckon of the breeze
i return to the day, as the tiny acacia leaves
browned by four summers tumble away,
mere playthings in your blissful nature.













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*in transit; ongoing rewriting. (penumbra: something i picked up from tonton and kei)


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