Вершы: The Postmarks. Winter Spring Summer Fall.

Clouds are falling to pieces
covering the ground
my heart in hibernation
woke up to the sound
of the beating wings
migrating home

little bird on my shoulder
whispered in my ear
let your heart sing its song
now that springtime is here
snow is melting and
the sky is clear

spring uncoiled
into summer's golden curls
as she twirled her
flowered dress
pretty as a petal

honey-colored sand
is not as sweet
without you here
beside me
in the heat

cos i'm fall fall falling for you
like an autumn leaf
carried on the breeze