We kissed the mountain autumn,
We held the valley spring,
Caressed the winter waiting
For summer everything.
We longed for seasons staying, with
The deepest of volition:
But perfect times seem always to
Sneak off without
Permission
We kissed the mountain autumn,
We held the valley spring,
Caressed the winter waiting
For summer everything.
We longed for seasons staying, with
The deepest of volition:
But perfect times seem always to
Sneak off without
Permission
Beautiful!