Winds of the summer blew,
Made the earth dry, arid, and unforgiving,
The grass dry, waited to ignite,
A gravest picture ever seen.
The green gave away into the yellow,
All around me nature smelt of death in the air,
Of a dance with the grim reaper,
I dance along, enchanted in its symphony,
Without a thought of what life had to offer,
I fell out of the lucid dream,
For my soul pondered for a reason to exist,
I knew that life is short,
I knew it's worth living,
I gave the reaper a miss,
Worked my way into a smile,
I know the one smile that held me strong,
I owe that realization to you.
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