Rage

Rage against the illusion

the spring time sweetness conjures upon you

For when the merciless summer arrives,

Precious water will evaporate, softness of air dissipates, and inevitable sun with scorch the earth.

Rage against the illusion

The autumn nostalgia imbues upon you

For the cooled heart will soon be frozen,

Locked in the memories impossible to return to.

Rage against the illusion.

7.25.2021