Dusted By Love

Miles went the season of love, When trees shed leaves to bless the grounds And the birds chirped to hail the dawns Happy was the cry of folks. Passed the days with draughts to follow Rose the demon that fired a curse Dawns covered under the dusts of hate Cried for the thunders to bless their fate. Breezes now warm with heats of cash And demon taking over the city of Gods Pleaded the puppets to the creator, Who was sleeping the dreams of merry. Woke up the creator by the puppets' prayers And dropped a tear, when he saw everything turned dark Ordering the thunders to pour the rains of love Walked off the creator with a sword towards the demon. Burst out the clouds, pouring drops of love And came the creator riding on a chariot of hope, Then took over the demon to clear the skies The dawns arrived and the season was love again.