The cup is full, yet my heart is bare.
Coffee is hot, soon is calm by zephyr.
Summer breeze brings flowers to live,
Yet the wind is too warm to awake me.
Summer breeze brings hopes, yet my
Tears dance with waft, entwine with dust.
Summer sun seems so bright, yet so mild.
It marks changes, to rise and to fall.
Summer sun seems so nice, yet so dry.
It marks my emptiness, my desperate thirst.
Summer can you cast away my loneliness?
And color my world with fruits of all kinds?
I donít know why Iím in distress, yet I
Yet I know its time to give thanks to love.
©May 3, 2003