Ironic Summer
By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas
Beneath the summer sky
Gray thunderclouds lie
The warm, toasty breeze
To my cold sorrows cannot ease
Hot sweat, perspiring
From a soul shivering
The earth blossoms with laugh
To a heart barren, rough
Amber leaves are falling
As distress are heaving
The sun, glorious and shining
To a love stark and freezing
