Hopes ablazed in fires of summer, fallen in thousand leaves of gold, embracing the ground of its pieces, to sleep until the rivers flow again.
All night it rained. Saturday morning came, but alarm goes off. Still, I dozed off.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
For she was there to sing the song of our hearts; to cast away all my fears of the sudden rain and lightnings
Midday sun blossoms in tantalizing hues, hear its forsaken voices of age-old tunes.