April She Came September She Is Gone
In the middle of April
she arrived...
brought the color
green field
as the simple
Baggage...
stayed all May
free, sighing
in my arms...
In June we left
to jump
bonfires and stoke
our embers
with passion and
burning ...
In July and August
love was intense,
with tenderness
and caring,
immense glow ...
we enjoy peace
in hearts suits
lovers ...
Suddenly,
suddenly
the spring
didn't bloom
inside us...
It was September,
I remember...
a love
So young,
so old
withered ...!
Suggestef song
April come she will https://youtu.be/4J1tCJEYETk
Simon and Garfunkel
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