Muhuhuhuu

I spread some nonsense ‘bout climate change
So now nobody will believe that climate change is real—
And everyone shall boil to death upon the scorching Earth
Or freeze in possible nuclear winter!

My plan is perfect
And it has no holes…
Except for, maybe, ozone ones (:

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The Spring

Oh yes
The Spring has come
The quiet beating of the drum
Is ever closer to behold
As beauties of new life unfold
And, from under piles of snow,
Emerge victorious of the winter blow

And, in me,
A new myself lies dormant, too
My body yearns for something new,
A new direction, paved by none
But morning rays of growing Sun,
Whose shine, so cleansing and so fine
Reflects in corner of my weary eye

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Summer’s almost gone

Everyone’s so damn excited ‘bout spring and summer
But hey, for the next month it’ll be far too cold
And once midsummer strikes, the sunny days are almost over
Bright Helios will set down earlier, the days get old

And after that, each morn that will come hither
You’ll know that’s one day’s worth of summer hours less
Towards all rainy autumn, harsh, cold, hard winter
And nights and darkness; endless, lifeless mess

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Whom am I kidding, bloody hell
When I say “everyone’s excited”, count me in as well!

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Winter Rose

She had heard tales of wondrous beauty
And to experience for herself
A rose awoke once on a winter’s day
And greeted sun in reddish colours

But little did she know the times had changed

There was no snow there to caress her
No icy frost around to dress her
No cold and biting air to breathe
Just mud and water underneath her
The trees slept bare under the sun
The sparkly beauty was all gone

Thus saddened by her expectations
She withered quietly by the end of day
There was no reason left to stay

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