Life is in a brooding state,
A languid mood fills the air;
This summer days being temperate,
Leaves me futile and in despair.
I look around and finally await
To see my life freeing in a fair;
Ah! there are flowers afar waiting
And candles lit up to be shared.
I move closer, my pensive mood pulsate,
The fragrance adds to my chipper;
But then I widen my sight
To view that all was only a dream.
