Lost Season

Is yes the answer to this season? Let me give you defined reason: Dark is the breath of the wind, shallow the waters bellow, blowing to, the sands bind, this tis the season i know! Sand gritting into eyelids, the clouds uphold the sky, flying there goes small kids, screaming terrified crying cry! Bright is the taste of the ocean, shallow the sky up above, taunting an easy potion, covers the skin, great white glove. Sand gritting into stained teeth, the sun embraces the mist, crying my greatest relief, i scream, as balling up fist. I say yes, this tis the season i know, hold in heavy sigh and then blow. Back to tears of emotionless stress, to this season i repeat yes, yes!