**COLD-SUMMER NIGHT

The stars glazingup from above...

Witha sof, chilled shimmer breeze,

And the wonderful scent of nature herself.

And just right in the middle,

Was that white and fresh scented lotus!

On that cold-summer night!

I couldn`t tell nor see or hear anyone,

But her loud voice banging through my chest!

Soft, violent,calm and excited,

Was her thumping through the bars!

Yearning and calling!

To pluck that lous hersel,

And plant it in the middle...

Of her fresh, lively red sea of passion.

Her love for him!

As he turned and ignored her,

Her misery and pain rushed over,

Throwing her pasionate and most wild emotion off course...

For that one passionate moment with him again,

That`s when she knew.

That winter has won over,

And that the cold-summer night had erupted!

For love knows not when to act when afraid,

And her pain cannot be endured,

When doom took charge and doomed her forever,

On that cold-summer night!