- It is cold, isn't it?
Belike, I close the window...
You said: "It's warm a little bit".
And you've already closed the window.
Hm, nettlesome weird.
But I deem it's still chilly here.
And I'm kind of feared.
Hm, it's really weird.
- What is it?
- Perchance, I'm missing the spirit of summer?
Or it's my internal drama?
You said I'm sore
And nothing more.
And I should go home.
- Go home? What's for?
The cold prevails there.
And there is no sun's fair.
So entering my home door
You'll meet the immitation of summer.
You're right. I'm sore.
And I don't want to be calmer
I want to feel the spirit of real summer!
You said you'd got remission.
- Nay, I suppose it's not your mission.
Not body is in need.
My soul is wit.
The immitation of summer
© Copyright: Любовь Михайловна, 2009
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