Four seasons and My beloved
Spring
Sprouts of leaves and flowers hath appeared
You roar the skies unfeared
Wreathing winds don’t draw dust
My beloved face will be smeared
Summer
Days are long and nights are short
Sunbeam shining in humid midland
Oh mighty clouds, block the sun
My beloved will get tanned.
Autumn
Falling leaves and ripe crops
Abasing shine and crying out louder
Winter season don’t come so soon
My beloved loves this weather
Winter
Blanket of snow and barren branches
Chilling winds lowering coldness tenfold
I pray to Sol for the sunshine as
My beloved is feeling cold
@loner
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