Dance of the Season

The sun is like us in the dance of the season:
Summer, it lives within the body, mind and pleasure;
Brilliant summer and before it spring,
A wonderful creative work form God,
The one who made us hearing the heat,
And seeing the stars in the night.

The moon must pass as a hot star,
A very shadow of another moon,
Like an enchanting deathly object too hard to the touch.
We bring all this light to our eyes.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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